2243
7.50
20.ii.26
all
for a song
uncalendrical
your guess
they are first with the sun
for a conjure
so flit and somewhere soar
tangle the air in their time’s
faster
between leaf of skies as
blue
as yet to fall
bearers of twig
who knows what hunch?
all ways now lit
tree’s down
then dance
outnesting
carry as season on into next
home of lice and less
fearlessly aerobatic
all hearts with them away
your guess
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