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on the neck of fall,
because they worried us -
shaken cans on fishing lines
over streams gone hoarse from summer -
instead, we took up a pelt of
hands,
black and ochre,
and blue,
from crawling the caterpillar husks
of drains,
finding a city of water skin echoes,
a handbag of skies
ready to be kicked open -
and in the sound
of leaves crunching
we let them go,
clipped our hopes
to a jacket of skyscrapers
flinging their arms back
and waited for a comb of bees
to swarm up into a smile