Barely Agreed

You are everywhere,

You are everyone,

You think that we’re done.

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I’m perpendicularly late,

shadows leak from our trees,

off into your laps, heads up.

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The responding bird is in hiding,

Your secret shivers to stroke the lute,

You must stop your stubbornly rectangular thoughts.

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How I met him,

How we hold things together,

You’re too subjective to acknowledge it.

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Now, admire the elongated raindrops on sill,

Stay still,

and don’t show your teeth to disagreements.