still stepping
over cracks, mother’s back
long unbroken
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still stepping
over cracks, mother’s back
long unbroken
of all
unreal colors made for me—
you are the kindest
another knife
of light pulled from darkness
as the door closes
maps don’t help—
don’t transform to rectangles
or split orange peels
the great umbrella
of cloud cover drains, and day
parades without it
razor-edged seas of
shadow beneath buildings—deep
in winter again
desperate for sun
instead of the milky light
low clouds allow me