oh livid red
the relief fled
beneath the gown
of summer cold
a symphony of
droplets
shivers from your boughs
the sheen atop
these crowns

I've stood here
too browse
the distant gleam
your islands flat
heed against horizon
edge

a troubled sky lingers
tonight
no moon
this sweet ache
sewn between the
breaks
sparking like a chain
thrown open on the
road
a serpent spitting
fire
like a wire
breathing fire

cocoon of history
beneath its frond
a savage distance
a coldness wronged

darkness on her
grey wings
envelopes
and a storm
wind descends
with more deluge

respite
in a peaceful
ward
has settled
the fire
but not the
surge
of the links
of a desire

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