I looked to the trees to see how fast or slow I would die,
which was a ridiculous arbiter,
and compass for my decomposition,
We had nothing in common,
he'd seen a lot more than I had,
centuries of misbehavior,
water he couldn't shake,
and his confidence was rooted much more deeply than mine,
there on Connor Prairie,
waiting for the younger version of me,
and the headless horseman,
and a driverless wagon of sorts
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