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Oct 2018
Red ringed arms of leather
fail under the hot ring,
wax and feathers

weaken under the low-draft.
You're a shot bird, a soft hit
falling akimbo down to

the green wash, to the salty
glass of impact, a slip through clouds
for a mouth full of tide.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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