swirling in distempered
heat of echoes
my hand in hand paper dolls
silhouetted on the glossy light
that paints a moss drenched cliff
the zig zags
of brush tipped animals
all bolting home.
Wings in their swoops of effort
braced against ships
of rank robotic wind
flak's flowers
rhyming to the tucked in fields
that vision heals.
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