Scale back the eye
to halter days
as leaf from tree
this scud of time
doesn’t know where to find them.
From bow to peep
the ankle roll
growth plate after growth plate
the mime of hair
cackle backthrow
just below the heart
this song is sitting
an awning of silver
cloud-loud and syncopated
taut as a rainbow
as reflective
as fish leaving their tails
behind them. Kick start
the leading to muzzle up close:
the reward is sleeping.
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