black roots twisted up-
ended, the stripping's
completed drip
sculpture wears its
violent blue rain on
the eve of the darkest
day her joy
relented her
misery was pure
twang-
what will you do
when it's too dark to see
through this aquatic day?
*
beauty gash
some petite feathered thing
shivers in the drip cage
among the more feral pine
elderly elm waves a fern
boa, its blinged fingers
studded with the sky's
ones & zeroes
triangular hints of baby
blue
blink through the languid
droop of the tangled
limb maze skeins
the tidal cloud
pillow stars emerge from
this sultry stew
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