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flightrisk

southern wings
have stayed the north
forgotten by their kind
as far above
another land
they roost in foreign skies

warmed against
an almost there –
but who can say
for certain
where the blurring lines
were crossed again

maples weep
where butterflies
hang on silver summers
rains are come
to wash their dreams –
to wash their dreams
away

. . .