NEW ORLEANS FUNERAL

sunflowers at night
car parked in the dying grass
and you take my feet in your hands
and to you they are beautiful

pick up your sword, baby.
fight through sleep and on now
mountains call us, i know,
your golden hair melting at the summit

searching through your eyes
you ask me what i see
"years and years and years" —

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