Mariupol Madrigal

in this equidistant moment

between azure stretched

lucent taut

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and yellow veils

flecked with the nodding

of sunflowered

tears

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wetting blood-washed earth

ears of wheat straining

to catch sun-kissed notes

the nightingale’s quiet song

of spring

of hope

august us

summer recedes through angles

of new feathers

a fading away of

purple martins

a gust of

downwardspiralling leaves

like the dry flakes

of early snow

ecce il segno

harvested hopes : fall

in layers of days

time waiting to

reseed.

colliding scope

shape and form convince me

grey whales: shards in motion

the swells of water gently colliding

within frames of wild formality

a run of colours replacing sand

a certain ratio obtained

in smoothed angles and edges

words unuttered strive to emulate

physics but melt and fall into

the heraclitean flow

then I glimpse a gull

wheeling unconstrained

in mid-song.