A shadow in the shape of a house


slides out of a house


and loses its shape on the lawn.

Trees seek each other


as the wind within them dies.

Darkness starts inside of things


but keeps on going when the things are gone.

Barefoot careless in the farthest parts of the yard


children become their cries.


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