Winter Parasol from Equinox by Hello Whirled

back to circus farm, we walked
through wet deserts and dry rainforests
crawling with diseaseless bugs
and carved-up trees with some initials
all the animals kept quiet
inciting their own voiceless riot
and watched us as we wandered out
and through the plot the wolves kept watch

nothing on the winter parasol
especially since we knew they saw us all

she cried out on sudden thorns
and he fell off the unicorn
he said he's sure but I think not
the damages of isolation-based rot
the sun was setting
fast regretting finding childhood
and as the moon looked back at us
we wondered if we should
turn
back

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