Wednesday, April 21, 2021

At the deer swept door
of the pine's growth
the blinking light collected
a descending path
poured through the sibling trees
and the doubled sunrise.

Strings humming over a canyon
that reflects the grain
a sky dispersing into space
first brush
through the rattle of the branches
above the fecal candy.

Window cracked
with an exhausted rose
birch peeled by the abandoned auto.

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