The frogs we have in common are noisy tonight at Quala’s edge, Kokaking! of herons and empty chairs.
O’Hara packed some tangerines when he set out to find you,
but I arrive fruitless with only the thought
Why’d you do it? Why’d you leave us?
Too soon, and without your brown hoodie.
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April 14, 2014 at 07:39
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O’Hara packed some tangerines when he set out to find you