Fire Sale

the way they sold it
with the dewy eyes
and the dreams inside.

just then they moved it
away from me and you.
Out into the unseen.

this time I’m
running on water,
running past sound.

this time I’m
trying too hard,
running my mouth.

change is a motion.
We moved away silent,
torn and thrown to the ocean.


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