…

gasping again
rain upon your roses

the morning is just
the afternoon but sooner

than those midday lows
when the buzzards gather

heads or tailspins?
hoping for a prequel

pacing the pages
rearranging strange

a couplet or two
ducks on a puddle

up before the war
the needlework & play

piper in the lost light
gone but not the otherling

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