the ruler is too long

rather sheepishly I hide
watching from the 4th floor window
life blossoming and dying
each season a beacon of possibilities
and I take none
they take what they can
party favors at the end of a celebration
but no one gets what they want
hands up, eyes up
lilting strengths, tears that never dry

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