while the sun thickens. its tools to. hunt the ground’s nooks
&. corners with. breath no. more than shadow. left hanging.
at the cleft of throat &. hankering an. apex. of weather

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at its winds its. withering its. rewinding fields of. heather into.
huff &. hurry huff. & hurry to become. just a wreath of.
patched hillside ripple of. impulse above thatching tilled. into
cottage that. itches to break. free

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a brave exit. aiming for what. it’s always. been this lilting
wind licking. seasons from. one eave to. roof to. glen iffy
with. light & its. lastness to. tangent clasping. at springtime
yes

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it’s springtime. the balance of. fresh heather belies the.
treble. crevassing open. expanse of. something called sky
called. blue called. bright & in. breachleaf. thereleaf there the
feral. lip of. petal over stem of. nothing. to breathe

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​that’s not. already been. seen that’s not. already been
heaved knotted into. nervebent spine it. hurts every. time this
cursive winding. itself to tether to. heather. to claim just. this
sun &. somewhere close

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some wear their bodies. like music. their oncethudded atoms
slick with. others’ bluffs a. compass for. every spinecracked
song a. bare bird with. bones that. twitch at. the briskness of

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something. to remember. a map of. springtime a. day with.
something to. want. to be. let free to. be let free &. dying to
have. stopped questioning the. churn of. things already.
abandoned