at the graveside christmas day
the handle cracks, the pattern breaks, my guitar string snaps — just after tuning
Just as a branch clung to snaps in two,
The goal is not to mourn the inevitable but to make it through the empty air to land without a severed spine
Not all scouts are so lucky.
Once earthbound, where does one go?
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