The teacher teaches
poetry without a soul
and the kids hate it.

Things get heavier
As I experience time,
carrying my past.

Considering now
if it's springtime or the fall.
Taking in the trees.

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FOOTNOTE 1091

Can't indict him now,

because he's in his office.

Wonder what that means?

In this cold, dark world
in this earth in which we live
somehow, hope will grow.

My anxiety
wears a mask of busyness
and plays tricks on me