erased more now than
years before more
afraid and yet less
thoughtful how
afraid and yet more
powerful but how
the country terrifies me
now the nights, the trees
the money for the roof erase
more now begin again
afraid of never
getting better how to
spend a month in bed reset
an early fall
at night in Union Square
away from wolves
or whatever they were
are yet more awful now
!!!! i id strongly with this poem both its shape and its fear of nature
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