before sunset

When grasshoppers leap off the trail
or butterflies manage to escape the air
they start to grow human legs and
teach them to kick ass. Nothing you see
in the water of laughing wells, in the
foliage of mocking trees is available.
Clouds don’t bother to change, ghosts to hibernate.
Smeared with apple juice, they
disgust the world even being unnoticed.

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