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hands all dusty
climb trees
announce
“forest blues”
bliss and paralysis

cobblestone taxis
and you say
“do your best”

and you cry
and you say
“do your best”

all my dreams are foothills
leading up to a great mountain

everything is ancient
and you say
“do your best”

the sweat burns my lips
it was cool in the woods

you don’t know my name
but you say
“do your best”

i bathe you in moonlight