For Dave

He is clarinets and midnight rainbows

he is sunlight rolling

down the stairs of a basement cafe

his shoulders have carried me, unknowingly,

through swirling times

of paper cuts and acid drops

we are two trees, creaking

sap leaking

still standing

wooden brothers

never leaving

 

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