for phillip (words,

when circumstance conspired to bleed us-
ruin our best shirts
you fashioned for my arm
a tourniquet of words
splinted the morning
of my sound.

now we share dramas
in different states

lexington is trying to be winter.
youre poor
bedding old books by fire,
aquiring fatherhood like
a gypsie.

somewhere greener than iron,
im thin in the wisdom
of my window,

phillip. when
i write
i am
losing faith
in so many words -

still young
outside childrens voices
falling like

james madison walker

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