kept running from me
as if I were a drought.
my favorite birds
migrate with the rest
and send impostors back
the next year.
yes, and my favorite hammer
became a pacifist,
refuses to clobber nails.
also, I forgot where my
favorite tree stands in
the forest. that's embarrassing
and hurtful to the tree,
I'm sure. I need some new stuff
to admire.
hans ostrom 2020
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