the lost man chronicles
book two: the art of love


breaking branches with our tree

pulling away
more like, pulling myself apart
from the undulating gestures,
the stops and starts of
here love growsó
the hidden tree where whee!
swing and chase away with bare toes,
where i hide, she confides and knows
always where to find me.
and where we lie
all stretched out
allaying about
all the wretched social woes
of frail human blunder
by just sitting under
the shade of our tree,
alone.




the art of living the art of living the beginning the art of love the art of love


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