What Couplets Really Mean-NaPoWriMo-day 15

The crane of a neck moving as slowly
as the crane, flying, or lifting the leaves

that leave right after making right decisions,
right turns which point out the write, the pen

with a point edged, our hour read, red in the
light bass’s scales, the fish, or instrument’s

silver rain. It’s coarse with jags from the
course of the day, blue roses that rose,

blew up into the night, an atmosphere
knight-metallic, a veil covering the bare vale.



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