féach

morning creamy pale

in the rain-scented cold

she remembered big sky

dropping light of

marigold

sound owned her quiet

hissing steam and

anvil clangs

things ran wild inside

like

schizophrenic

boomerangs

she heard a calliope

canvas began to fall

the elephant snored

she never saw

it all

 

 

 

 

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