Bastard of the leaf
has his first tastes of wind.
His veins feel
like twine.
He kneels to graze
on the cold dirt
and look for lucky
pennies.
A long rope of dyed hair
falls from the window.
He believes everyone gets
one miracle,
so he eats his dirt
and climbs the rope.
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