about running from it
missed the theater
you’d marked
and about-faced
dust secret
between my toes
runing the long way
down towards
the house keeping
your relics secure
against rains
one even bears
your name,
saint francis envelopped
silent beside
the trees
of lightfused metal
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delightful surprise to find:
saint francis envelopped
silent beside
the trees