Poetry

Under Standing

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Falling in love is easy
all it takes is a proper

good morning,
I want you to

walk off with me
and listen,

I stand under
the oak tree often, dressed
in sunlight polka dots, naked

except my phone,
replaying the message I
keep saving

said once —
now
a hundred times

with my back
against the bark, I
keep from calling

against the bark
it is my back alone
standing,

my heart,
good morning,
it tumbles.