make up a basket of paper boats
from the torn out pages
of hillbilly romance novels
skewered together with matches
under the light of a full moon
take the boats to the crik
after chop chop chopping a path
through thick jungle plants
stretched twelve feet tall
set the boats to flame
and watch them float down the crik
while their smoke pushes them
into the darkness
secret flowers
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