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Days the Sun Ghosts US

park(ed) @ a park
                        (ing) space out_side 
a new-ly (ish) craft & ed community 

peo(n)ple(d)
UnKnown without histor(i)

Calities & City(less)-ies (not yet)
               hid-den be_neath 
a steel (re:gray) sky 
              a-mid au-tumn's finery 
this 
              {is a} dream mill
_ions of mi_les away

a_tro
cities & exhib!tions 
            tick, 
                 tick, 
                       tick 
the ch!ld's plas
                               -tic 
                                  clockwork
as the sun stru_ggles be
                          _neath sil-ver lined 
sheets reach!
ng through leaf
                                          _less 
branches to e_
xpose the glorious rain
                                         -bow of chlorophyll de_plet(ion)ed
the flee-t!ng 
                momentary 
                           birdsong 
Broke in half
Once cast from the nest
of per
sp-ec
tive


                                        PMPope 2023©
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