listened

into the conch

of his eyes

underneath convergence

of contrail planes -

woeful notes

of a dirge

glided  downwind

allayed in nosegays

of wild flowers

 

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mountaintop

treatises capped

by grey clouds

made skin hang lower

on our bones

so we strung

hides over heady boulders

to begin undying

in a red cedar rimmed lea

with beargrass

standing at guard