and neighborhood holes
to find you stunned
ready and willing
with inner fire.
Established in smoke and singing bones
flying from a springy chair
a ring of iron feathers
overlooking the wooden empires
moving with a satin heart
one limb with a crooked eye
to bring you home.
Tufts exploding the horizon
that sway with low hanging flowers
bike's frame and supple gruel
a floating window's ax.
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