& I will take all your stories
of mushrooms growing wild
on lonely stone beaches
& rotary telephones hiding
like mice in cubbies carved
out of the walls
& even your lies
how the ocean froze hard
as a street & a tree helped
a boy keep a secret from a girl
near her cellarless house where
an earthquake once fixed
eight uneven stairs & the roof
& bless you with ten thousand truths
how lightning flared through your
small attic window as bright as the sun
through an old blue glass vase
& bless you with ten thousand truths
how you walked 15 miles on a cold
summer highway singing old songs
in a downpour of stars & you knew
& that night you two fell in love
& I will take all your stories
& even your lies
& bless you with ten thousand truths
& bless you with ten thousand truths
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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