about the sky
putting it back
smoke from no fire
hangin in the empty lot
of vapors or
in this case
ash
it communicates the birds
in veils of foil
world radio
picked in rotation
from on high
hey it's green
as motel 6
to stop the night
or maybe a
cousin in basin
water's grief
up there
held in
and soaking
it rushes
but it flies +
they've been falling
and falling
half my life
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