Two For Nimal
for Nimal Dunuhinga
Cracked Song For Dirty Boots
This tree
grows still
a child's mind
a bedroom window
This house
this window
gone but for
frames crater
now
once was
home memory's
red dirt
O stand radiant-starred late afternoon
O stained stark shadows' black frieze
astonished stooped man
time's wee piss-boy
damp bunk-bed mattress fears
O stand glazed from edges
gaze to bark
vine maps of escape.
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poem by Warren Falcon
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