they are not mine, nor yours?
then to who do they belong?
stray hairs drift
they attach to coat sleeves –
tight knees
pluck them off, use sticky tape
let them go
like stray leaves loosen off the trees in autumn
walk through & over their meandering path
& not wonder which tree
they came loose from
where do they go –
where does their journey end?

Originally published put me down, I’m terrible



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