~in the periphery
the deeper the darkness
the holier shall be the water
snowflowers have since melted
pale petals, fallen away in absence
as absinthe to all that is green
the summerbirds now arrive in anticipation
fluently lyrical
their feathered throats trill a blossoming song
& just as the sunday before
an undisturbed mauve rush of clouds
quiet as breath
swells the ungated sky
an almost mournful reminder that
within inevitable change
some things must remain unnoticed
like two lost wings
navigating the pentecostal wind
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