abstract thoughts often lead
to concrete ideas
like barefoot ghost monks
chanting along crushed limestone
hundreds march in the woods
single file along
skyscraper-like trees
bending and moaning and hurt
pink skies become cloudy
marshmallow bruises
falling to the ground
covering all things living
ghost monks become crickets
beating back the dead
chanting toward a light
giving breath a second chance
july two thousand sixteen
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