Some Trees (Merrit Moon)
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And now a road connects the cul-de-sac
To the adjacent development
But there used to be trees stretching back
And there was no way through
And I was thankful for the mystery
But by the time that girl had hanged herself
I could have looked out my back window
And watched her neck just snap
Baseball field lights that shine over the shedding pine
Each bulb's a blinding sphere in the secular nation
Unhurried sirens moan
Pitches that glaze my eyes
She's just a pale fleshy typewriter-light
Advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays
Which resonate in the polluted sky
All entrances to the Merritt blocked off I mean
I'd love to believe that death's just the beginning
As the shutters fly open and the breeze gives me pause
I know what's out there
Morning phone calls silence and resentment
And craters a new moon built in a line
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