the current yawned
and pushed her sighs
over empty and barren wastelands
soft iridescent wings
were caught, held and elevated
with migrant simplicity
projecting all directions
no purpose and no question
of unmapped intentions
high above ground
over infertile precipices
they drifted inside grace
the current stretched
and blinked her eyes
at their vanishing blue escape
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