May 30, 2011

insect rent

sent
bent
lent
what gives rise to us ,
each fuss nears
what musters
the mastered wings
of moments we can sing
when outside the boxes
we keep
with our songs on a leash ,
we know how to fall as the stars might , in the blinks and winks
towards the bourgeoning swell,
deepest May
nearing Summer
nearing night...

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