pulling it apart from the skin
the tinman, who had not known love
also
could not know
(this)
once upon a time, some moments ago-
sunlight began to
leak
from his chest
(falling o’er iced white blossoms)
but
he did not notice.
o’ tinman
you make easy for transitions in the snow
(harried conditions in the night)
tinman
you do not notice me—–
still.
(of course.)
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