Len Gurts Loose

Hahaha—madness! Me flying off
slightly—too high—stone

bringing me down just: I fly off
again pulling the stone up the hill, further

each time
like a fool! On my own with a stone now

on the side of a hill! My bird
way up there—we’ve split!—like they knew

what they were doing
between themselves

each time, bird and stone: dragging
me up—holding me down.

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