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MOVING THE TREES

Take off your shirt,
That's one thing you can do in a poem
When you're tired of listening to the street

Who knew
All we wanted was to be free
To buy and sell each other
And give the house its cut

Wandering the aisles
Covered with weddings
A scratch from the excuse to the name

I can't do nothing
But move the trees

Hand over heart
Canvas on the frame