folded with a tuck
placed in a trunk
listen to the rain
wobble of the crank
banging on the plank
in the middle of the floor
over by the door
here is the bridge
I recognize it
the shimmy in the beam
the banging on the seams
out on the sun
on the bottom of the sea
underneath the dirt
a time to exert
just right for now
a tingle in the brow
the pain in the back
lain on the track
up the hill in snow
as far as I can go
breath out exhaust
move at any cost
Break at the hinge
leverage a winch
weak drifting light
appearing on the right
push up again
cut on the tin
a weak movement out
a tremble then a shout.
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