Sway
by David Feinstein
it’s all red by the roadside
duh there are flowers
the birds sing too
because they are braindead
like all beautiful things
given over to distance
I think my spine
might be a cloudstem
any movement
melodramatic as sex
even the wind is too much
even the clouds
the leaves tilt their heads back
they say oh oooooh ooh
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