This is how you weep.
You rest your head
Against the wall,
The monster you saved
On the other side,
Outside, a tree
Crouching
In the parking lot,
Still. Still. Still.
The leaves,
Waiting inside, afraid
To tremble.
– ph 28/5/17 Guelph
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