In later days I felt
a fragility I heard
dogs I was little twigs
lying there ready to break

I tell my body to wake

there is a happy bounding dog with a big stick extra long and the dog is jumping and its man twirls and I heard a cough

sun breaks the tree and I am

almost leaves almost sheer the dog runs the grass coated light he gets it
the dog lies down he rolls his man with his fingers deep in the fur twirling
almost me too I could feel it

me and the tree shadow me and the loam me and this little passing pug

I love the neighborhood I love the grass the trees the clinking playground the queer girls and their bikes

I was here anyway