As the day’s silver
howl flowers out

from beneath
the earth’s ends
the indigo grasslands

collapse
&
disperse

like frightened birds
&
entangle

their sails
in a cobweb

of thirsty branches
&
the day’s silver

howl
settles

in my ears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Jean-Pierre MARQUINEZ