wind-strewn leaf with
veins like bird bones
too afraid to land
for fear of moth's
wings, so gentle
they may break her -
or at least remind
her of how hard
the pavement can be
wings lined with
eyes, so modestly
sometimes they forgot
they could see
you see, she had fallen
too many times
nature's victim;
decided herself its
enemy, nocturnal
musings keeping
the air there until
winter broke
keeping her own eyes
close, lest she remember
that they, too, could see


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