sherbet

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sherbet sunset

Out of the woods the sky has turned
to sherbet and I can’t stop it from
melting down the horizon

Run for the bridge
my hips swinging with leftover
month-long momentum

I can’t stop them

Abundant pointlessness in trying
to hold on to the sky
I want to tell you about it
instead I stop on the bridge, breathing
cracked open and uncomfortable
where I need

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