each stanza is a
haiku; falling from the sky
like bird shit splatter.
but over your head
is where the skyline courses
blood; poet stalker.
the matter of course
is to course matter through you
not over your head.
like birds shaking wings
wings shaking stalks of dried corn
shakers and quakers.
birds shaking off the
horizon line, from sky end
to sky ending flight.
faking life on edge
legend of the ledge perchers
purchasing silence.
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