Place

In the rocking chair we are placed tightly
Behind the newspaper of all about places.
There on a park bench shadows fall on us
Of our many absences from thinking bodies.
Leaves crunch below of remembered places.
We sleep on soft pillows in running trains
Of moving places and fast moving absences.
Our desire for place is moving away from it.

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