Saturday, February 15, 2020

Bright robin at rest
against the ship torn sky
a web of blipping tiles
singing under the vapor's rig
and conspiracy of lights
the dust that cannot be destroyed
engine sighing in water
blossom's yield of letters
dock's mated corpses
resurrected in tickets of clay
the gulp and silken breeze
seed trace to a rotating door
licked bowl for the catching jar
rock bed where the pillow's gone
to a feather pile.

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