14.iv.22
831
3.104
Mt
Ainslie
uncoastal
what cloudstruck blue!
random angles all
so much fallen grey
ants hill it
swoop and lift and stump
even the green is blue
air’s alive with listen – seed!
bells and bees
afoot afar
shadows of wings as such
as tall as any dead twig grasp
trees of this same soil
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