weighted eaves.
cattails gossip 'round the lusty pond
red-winged blackbirds grasp
their curving claws into the tall grasses
the greens bow their tips into the dank soil
sinking and warping
struggling for summer sky
wings flutter blade to blade
searching
all i do is watch
and breathe it in
that stinking desperation
and an echo in their eyes
earth, do you hold me?
or am i sinking obliviously
on writhing lifelines
hounding flies and
seeking footing in these towering eaves
the weight of me is murderous
the size of me is piddling
wings flutter blade to blade
breathe it in.
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