The Seer

Tether blue: the only thing
we can remember.
Peach trees stretched

along the pavement
with afterglow of nectar,
but out of reach…
Nothing I haven’t heard
through gray clouds–

black, and then down
at the bottom of lonely
skies until you choose to rise…
Blue feathers tied around
her wrist won’t lead

her anywhere, doesn’t fasten
the leather with the correct
spell, forgets to add sage
and opulent energies.
So the urges don’t stop

fighting, but tell her moon
will come and go anyway–
either way, she’s never
looking back, also never
letting green shadows go.


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