A leaf, a book, a tome

Once the whole of here this place, and such,

of substance and more, and  much, 

flew flush amongst    some birch 

a bird 

and then 

a _______ .  

Well formed, fine

feathery fingers

felt farewell


beneath my thread

woven bare 

lingering blush

through song, and such

the stroke, the touch 

the lash

of eye and blink

of reeds,

who read

red melodies

       a sea

a drop 



and hushed

– then once for once 

and all 

at once anew, this much 

I knew

the _______ .

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