Arid Speech
By lupus tenebrae
Your arid speech, like
swan-song borne aloft
on a summer breeze,
shards of fractured May
peer through the mirror
of your muddied wings
as the whole of your
frailty clambers
clumsy up shade trees;
flight-ready, sunset-
bound and gifted with
a momentary grace.
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Copyright 2016 lupus tenebrae
Published on Wednesday, June 8, 2016.
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