Murder

When came the light upon the eastern ridge,

the trees crowned with fire hold black winged fight.

A day awake and yawning and a murder

skips across the gaps in the canopy.

Yet again they talk boisterously

and aid interruption of created

things besides myself.

I simple black line of poetic insistence.

Flying punctuations.

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