Friday, January 24, 2020

Serpent woman
my shaded lily
screaming purple light

tall door cracked
on the after world
a streaming high rise
gray dawn dappled
with green buds

a train of plush
blood red seats
going through
the mighty mountain's heart
pouring next to a river

the laughter of a cleaved open day
mounting out of her

a laundry line or power line
of cut birds.

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