walking_prayer
stork daddy
in
the
valley
of
san
pedro
the
lilacs
have
,
in
generations,
slid
up
the
mountain
.
the
bird
winds
again
its
little
song
.
i
walk
awkwardly
amongst
them
,
always
having
grown
too
hesitantly
they
are
impatient
for
me
to
catch
up
.
050305
...
dandy
gorgeous
!
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