I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
to the occasion of catching things that fall,
like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build to tall.
But I have navigated Iceland,
I laid my claim on Portugal,
and I have seen into the wasteland
of the future of us all.
And I kicked up a whole country
of dead, dead leaves last fall...
Sunset Rubdown
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