listened for a whisper of poetry in the turn of a page
we asked each other the meaning of things
discussed the weight of words
we flicked away the horseflies
shook our feet at their flitting touch
we questioned transcendentalists
sighed and wondered if they had it right
we shredded blades of grass
scattered them for ants to drag winged corpses through
we spoke of fate and God
and found we cannot live deliberately
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