as a child i thought
al fresco meant naked
but it did mean that
to me, shirtless and barefoot
toad catcher, grass eater,
al fresco: to listen
with all my downy hairs,
to tap the woodpecker's hollowing rhythm
onto my chest
to linger
in a place full of conversations
whose languages i loved
but never knew
to watch
from the grass
as the twigs--
black against the gray sky--
broke out into fractals.
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