bend of the river with trees and dusk sky
cliff climbs out of the sun
moss against it
angles of bark
walls brush
clouds once were the fastest thing
shadows and grass spun
wings fall like leaves
when they so will
air at an angle to tilt
dreaming clouds
twigs of all ages
lapping the far shore
clouds the ridge hides
pink to an edge
for their final shape
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