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silver against the sky

blue on white

pears and peat moss

hung on your lips

smoke as our hood

draped

then forest leaves

across your brow

a talisman to remember

the way back

way back

then

you went home

henhouse

covered in blood

fox teeth

the new news

green and red

grim and grinning

but he told me the news

hands full of feathers

all I could do was smile

and explain

with my fingers in the dirt

wandering is wandering

and to wonder

is to be gutted

drying under the southern sun