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The sweeping of Wings

Into candent Dawn

Welkin of turbid yellow

Punched with feathered fists of cloud-

Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts

Sorbile gems gleam in garland light

Kicked by creaking shoes-

Black starlings scatter

Beyond- a school bell’s keening

Slathered in mid-morning sun

Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn

Drenched in its memory

Eyes red with exhaust

Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms

Barbed thoughts pulsating-


Sorbile Gems