We shall

That crisp water
That rasp let out for no matter
That song down the aisle
That keeper of stories on the train
That sky coiling, uncoiling
The wind entwining
With the river
Shh. A loud. A grenade-like laughter
Sack them who think it doesn’t matter
The rustle. The brushy stroke on the wall
Give a damn good thought we shall
Then will it be painted
Then will it be showered
Trees are watching
Will is not coward
Hope is not
And this is all that matters


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