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and man
we can make amends
but first
let us baptize
each other
in the spring

and man
you can leave your
cigarette in the birdbath
or light a cigar
on the patio
just watch out for
wasps

and man
we can pull splinters
out of each other’s
paws
if that’s what you
want

and man
yeah
I know
our mouths
taste like metal
and our lips
like springtime flowers
in bloom
swaying in the wind
caressing
necks and ears

and man
we wanted to be
wild
and
free

but we’re
christians in the suburbs