blauvelt boy
the last time i checked
you were my age
whipping around the corner
with your sunken purple eyes
and piano key mouth
the last i saw you were alive
and you mocked the cloaked killer
by breathing as though
it would soon be taxed
by memory in a sullen house
you are now in the yard
or in a tree i know you are
the seed that sleeps
waiting to blossom
or have you already
have you already come back
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Daniel Moro