the horses across that green field
in that movie about
the afterwards
when that actor that you can't forget the name of
screams out and alone and you think
to yourself, you think
I've been there, though you haven't
not there but
in a similar place,
yes
I am sure the colors would get to you if you
stopped living so fast for a second
kept breathing, but
relaxed
for a second, I
just want to see you opening up like an oyster
showing your pearls
letting your legs grow
closing your eyes at sunset
touching passing cars
they brush by you
watch them go
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