Scarlet Robins
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Mark Heathcote
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Wild meadow scent-
succinct from anything else.
One yard of silk...
The bridge stretches out.
The pier rests in no-man's land.
Salty-rains cadence.
They verbatim to
suggest winds are destructive,
storms-eye peaceful.
Chestnuts gathered
baked on a roasting tray
Scarlet Robins dart...
In celebration
Let's dance till the banquet-
of opals runs dry.
10/01/2019
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