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shaking the leaves
of a tree
and cawing
like a Neanderthal
with scaly knees

he drops from a limb
legs hitting the ground
but do not bend
"Remember me?"

his hardened palms
are like stone
his body stretched
with sober mind

he has traveled by
boat for weeks
drinking tea
while paid volunteers
stack like cards
beneath

a quick boney snap
and the dirt seperates
as a bag of trash
is pulled
thru the alcove's
statues

a red blinking light
as frames collide
a careful incision
and he reaches inside

the metal door snaps shut
by a thrift store
and the boat sails back
into morning
never to return again