#404 - wing lift in the after rain

 

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wing lift in the after rain

 

I am sending you  

there was a word for this once

 

whiff of my woods

these flowers of accident

we met

 

sun strings the after rain

in webs

wings lift

send bows too

 

I send these stirrings

trips of the dream lit

otherworldly

tip of tendril

greener than sky is blue

now bright in the after rain  

 

lavender frenzy of the latest bee

 

I dedicate a breeze to you

wet sawdust

and next season mulch

paths grown whichway

leaf laddered

 

a clamber of ants

worms swim

compost matured

and petrichor

inhalations

 

for snowbright

 

pulse of a garden

on everywhere wings

chord and some tune to throw over

 

I am sending words of a song to return

creek track

bare skin

a little of the former fire

 

a page of light

a day of dreams

sleep deeps too

a sea in sail

 

call cloud for summer shade

warm winter stones

come to rest

 

a ginger garlic honey concoction

 

well wishes to occasion dune drift

of the ocean reached

the middens of the tale

 

wing lift

and tucking in for a trick

 

I’m sending my steps in the dance

tin tap of the roof

rain comes again too

 

I am sending all of this for you

 

clear water, fresh manna falls

 

the mansions of misunderstanding

the niches of requite

 

and secret, not saying                   

of hearts made far

once-seriousness of an airmail kiss

made ether by web

these are my greetings for now