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Underwing

Even on the whitest of creatures
the shadows underwing are tinted
with the vibrancy of the sky above
      and the colors below their flight.
Even within the defined geometry of pillars and panes
the wings of that creature are curved
along the limitless lines of the sky above
and the webbing of all that below.
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Green Leaves Are Autumn’s Child

Green leaves are Autumn’s child
All voices speak false in description
for fall is made not of a simple change of shade
but the stripping of the identity of spring
the thinning of their hollow veins
the draining of their defining blush;
Yet the praise falls upon the leftovers-
the remaining reds,
and oranges, and
yellows
And says they are finally beautiful.