.Under the sun
Among the ditches and the vines
While the flies all make meals of our skin
Bycicles and pocket knives lost beneath the trees
Cursing like sailors tasting all the new words
Every empty space is yours, just lay your claim
It holds until we leave
The dirt and tree.
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