i remember having to stretch my arms to reach the sign. now i stand past it.
when i look up, the dry branches make cracks in the pane skies.
theyre as grey as it was then. still so far away, i wonder if its because of how fragile they are.
so untouchable.
the lingering feeling that the heavens will split and reveal
bluer praires, or a cowardly god
doesnt go away.
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