what are you doing in my neck of the woods?

(i stand, my arms so full of everything)

counting leaves, watering trees? i ask because

(i cannot wave, so i call and shout, not sure)

i saw you go by in circles again and again, but you

(i worry you'll get run over but my hands are so full)

know those motions as i never will. i will not

(the way your eyes light up make me feel guilty)

follow. it is watered and counted where i come

(we kiss because i carry, i carry. i am not my)

from. push at the wooden gate. go out. just try.

(dead mother. you care about shade, i about a taxi)

my hands are just too busy right now

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