against a landscape our avian siblings call the canvas to their lives.
Thoughts and images trickle, then go over the edge
as lips dribble them out. Fine green everything cushions flesh,
outlines the body like a crime scene. Wind like the tides,
soft white cotton mimicking shifting sea side sand.
Eyes like amber, you wonder silently as I watch the words
come together across your countenance. Streams of vision cross,
saying nothing and everything.
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