loneliest soul

i am the loneliest soul.
a shadow moving silent beneath
no one’s hands. Strong
like backs of trees in late November
losing all those leaves
to a hungry season, a cold
as scrappy and conniving as a
starving animal, i
understand these trees, we
stark trunks
in the dark belong to no one
and stand alone under a
moonscape of dreams blown to dust.

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