A slight solitude
Like a jump rope
Of tin swans

Asks what
bedraggles
The capitalism
Of napkins

A purple sweater
Is a slight solitude
Of color

I answer with a joy darker then
Umbrellas

I answer with joy dancing
On its hands

A slight solitude is a bear
Hug of ghosts

An ephemeral knock knock joke

The knuckles of early April pushups

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