Walk Backwards

i used to walk backwards.
and give away homemade

poems. i said less for years.
now i write

on folded paper naive praise
for the legs of the universe.

i used to yearn zigzag.
saving myself from employment.

now ankle laughter at the roots.
november helicopters in the air

gathering up the body slams of dusk.

such pillows that are fire
are for this head.

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