Orchard
I walk outside as the snow melts
the insides of my shoes soak
a bird forgets how to fly
and falls from the sky
in the most graceful
looping dive
on the horizon a figure stands
alone but with wolves all around
all holding balloons from the fair
chasing one another
somebody punches me
in my chest
somebody else kisses me
on the forehead
I always realize I like it all
once it's too late
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