cusped leaves

cusped leaves
make tranquil themes

angles in wind’s compass
touch how loving hands know how
precincts of the skin

small birds enact
Shakespeare’s theatre

make absurd
the DJ’s voice

I do not know why
there is this peace

might you tell me?

 

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