prevailing conditions
16.1.21
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2.16
a feathered vanish
or dot the wish
at
such breezes
won’t
you with me?
adventure
in the bicycle
over
handlebars
and
beak
where the bees compete
to bird the bath
a puzzle grip
see
none come looking in the corners
waste of where-we-are
the pocket hours dividing
a leaf blew in
fly flew through
sun fell upon this page
look over
witness
whales’ ways
dolphin nosings
continuous line!
as door to door
tracks
air goings
coasts come close
maps!
imagining
all
for free
up
through the sunshone so
from
what’s to hand and measure
a
feathered vanish
wish
me on!
tip
of the tree’s where a sky starts
took
the once towards
ant
rise
swoop
at
at
leaf’s end, turn back
here
again
in
socks through the inside day
in
pages
all
told too
smaller
in smaller writing
as
the light comes less
no
trace
in
my obscure orbit
still
perfectly apparent
one
goes to where day has gone
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