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saw a car look
to its side
on a single
dime
a single quaint claim
for a coin
once tossed to the ferns

I did a magic trick
I know I did
but all quarried out
burnt out
but I know I did
again

at seven below the ribs
I heard skin tasted like
gold and sapphire
but I know I did
again

you said
I could pull the rain
from your fingers
but I know I did
and when again
I know I did
then

I dropped the drum
in the
wild grass
before the mountain snow
and felt
that I know I did
once
for your affection

I leaned into it
without a name
and spent time
ancient time
once again
but I know I did
deep
in the grasses
your wild skin

nothing at the peak
promises
I once had
between us
when I stood
slow
so slow