Lift up the hotel
mattress hulk
in early morning
with Liza and
the rest of
your friends,
tip the big foam
rectangular bulk
down towards the foot,
peer into the lowlight
underneath the bed,
see a large hole
of dirt and rock dug
out several stories
above ground
and wonder how
three small spindly
evergreen trees
grew from seedlings
in darkness
with no sun
to reach
towards,
as innocent you
pouted
and dreamt,
slept easy
and snored
deeply above.
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