the april queens

i bear stares: a hundred.  

a retreat into the woods,  
a fougère hangs on linen.  

blues and greens have all  
of it figured out despite  
the coppery interferences

and an empty breath hangs  
fire about a needy repose

since an answer is known.

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note: work in progress
lastmod: 2024-04-05

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