Wool In The Thorns

We found you on the wire,

a little at a time.

Soft where you caught.

Gone where you went.

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We don't take it down.

Let the field wear you.

Let the wind learn your weight.

We don't take it down.

I knew whose it was.

Don't ask me how.

A winter next to someone

teaches you their grey.

We don't take it down.

Let the field wear you.

Let the wind learn your weight.

We don't take it down.

The truck never brought anything back.

The thorns at least keep what they take

where we can stand near it.

So we stand near it.

We don't take it down.

Let the field wear you.

Let the wind learn your weight.

We don't take it down.

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