where I sat surrounded
flowers and laughing clowns
fast forward to twilight
the yield of rain filled shoes
to jagged feet
sun shattered into drooping daffodils
tongues frozen to rubber trees
in the lamp cracked forest.
Paved paths are lichen painted now
the moon lives on in stone
it turns out that a cosmic tic
kept the illicit glow
surviving blood and steel borders
flying through the spouts of lively canals
the resolution of plunging fowl
decked out in denied lightning.
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