just napkins IV

an accidental
action-packed reduction
of a pause into collecting
what is quiet and obstructed
you are a moment at my wake
a breath across each state
which seeks to grasp a song
without a moral or
a melody to sing


harmonies of dogwood trees
weeps of birds on wing
shall sing of able bones, all hollowed
and a quick bestowing of a past, poked fun at

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