Wednesday, September 9, 2020

sitting, she sees


sitting, she sees


 the finch's brief dominion:

        cresting this midsummer river

        or her knotted lilac donned of

        all its blossoms.  but juxtaposed:

        vivid verdant lipids still  

        and quivering, (wind, her

        vision) against his 

        lemon yellow breast 




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