One, Brick Shy
J
James McLain
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I trip over pebbles, dusk is ash es,
Your wall is my watch, soft purples.
My eye is not blue, pink is not grey.
The wall to worn, block is steppes,
bare back, horses waite, outside inns.
Windy capes, sleep on rock, pieces
of dusk, sleep in dawn, feathers rise.
Rain weeps, sun wins to sleep, star
a beckon, your wrist, grippes the talon.
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