April Fourteenth, No Year

Building

I was built from the mud of draining sky

I was dry but not arid

They got rid of a tree

said they did it to birth me

I am so tired I cry

I spend and spend until I am light like air

I spend myself until I am barely there

My brother and I

We replanted the tree

hoping to strengthen the broken roots of my family

in the mud

most of them lay down

i’ll meet them

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