Goathead Nightlight

I walk with two
surrealist Charlies
into a forest
that casts shadows
of ruined buildings
under delirious

one holds a pen
the other a shovel
I sprinkle crumbling
viola petals
at their feet
and pluck stars
from the sky

to see their faces
when I return
to the city green

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