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my body gets out at the airport
murmuring there’s gold
in them thar hills

maluerne hulles, electric in august
they’ll be constellations
in september

acacias maturing,
their bready
blossoms’ll boom my head

then i’ll climb out of this phone, slip out of its
flight chords
and hum a planet

the standard
ovation of all trees everywhere
dumbing my ears

untangling their praise