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Sunday Morning/135

concupiscence/wisteria & elm

the early sun has risen.

the world out there 

is battling into spring — 

all set to run amok —

with-Cupid’s-essence-

stirring-

in-the-stems/the-shoots-

&-branches.

 

the tree/the vine:

the trailing/

entwine of one —

the dominion of 

the other — the two of them

annex — each-to-next.

they rope-in-shadows/re-

calibrate/describe . . . .

the birds/squirrels —

the bees —

are they ornaments

only?

& me?

 

[      ] :   

we elide the past.

we belie the existence of oblivion.

we breach gravity&separation.

we know nothing of your notion 'to-conquer.'

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