March 22, 2017

Years hang densely
An arc of branches 
Expands greedily over
The routes in the sky
Here an eye catches
Mornings and bones
Murdered radars of
Moments collapsing
The season swells
Into fumbling thickets
Sun-kissed foliage
Floating on the same
Latitude as the steady
Clouds of gaze

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