The Traffic Lights of Giraffes

Bob, ,

All the weight is in death’s hands
Under an asparagus moon
If life being little more than
The color of grilled cheese above the sea
To somehow out last
The traffic lights of giraffes

In our pockets
The unsettled
For a nest

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