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Vale by Cazzie Winterton
from Now We Are Five
Vale
A sky, white burning blue or blue burning white, beat out copper lines and strung them behind the hedge.
The birds follow the shock line and trip glide on the mud rust that has clung to the copper. See a red kite buffet air over dry stumps, smoothing taller, darker, river pitted bark. The birds carve up the wires, blunting light, and wrenching glide sight.
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