the black funeral line of ground
defiles withered steppe.
felt from the sky
was shocked by explosions
of autumn alders
apricots and cherries.
the line will sing
crawling away at fractals
because
we made one's farewells
with cicadas
just the month ago.
still she flows
under the wind
hiding after the night
by frozen skybleed.
outside the bass window
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