foreshadow

our shadows on the sidewalk

stretched out before us —

taller than ourselves

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The last man

The last man standing 
Understands a crippled heart
How lips bruise blue.
What melodies I whistled
What kisses I blew — Who knew?

A walrus, you say.
Your hand went to the bald man
A Portuguese tongue.
My hands fluttered to China.
Your heart crashed in Brazil.