Wrist

Heaven’s breath, bemuse,

wayward spirits below, light –

blue jays prance in snow.

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Crunch beneath a sole,

stream’s song and lapis tone; ah!

Where the long-ears roam.

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Home of the flightless,

Roots deeper than black inked skies.

Her nature— “return.”

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That which consumes all

within, a core resolve: live.

Womb to ashes’ fall.