Old shadows break in the brand new walls
The dirt projected by the naked winter giants of trees
Stains bare wooden flesh with familiar rusty bandages
All the old calloused front porches
Welcome the newcomer
You can see the tears marked on the ground
Where the old house stood
Outlined in chalk like a crime scene
At the bottom of a pit
That got ripped in the floorboards
But the construction workers –
They plaster the old wound shut.
1.
There was this game about a skate park. I think there was also one about a BMX course, but the one that I haunt is the skate park.
I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.
It is a beautiful day
And I am watching from a hill
Sobbing as the hats fly off
Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
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