As a burnt sun
through an oaken leafy sieve
dapples
concrete
black on red
The bristly line
shadow boundary
casts off
one
By winds, gravity
time plucked from
the gnarled
umbilical
Golden brown
a fat black bird, jagged-winged
flies
lazily
over crimson ground
Another
a savage gust having ripped
through mother
And another
rough-hewn planes
flitter down
dry soft-crackling
rain
The luckiest
find a scraping touch
on the journey
down
A second maybe
friction and chance
a bond seems
Overlap distorts silhouette
the odd conglomerate
of
two
pauses
A short moment
in crimson light
then rest
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