my hair is straw spun through ginger mornings
my fingers are daffodil stems leaning on the garden wall
my heartbeat is thunderbolt ecstasy hidden in birdsong
well, that's the cloud-covered symphonic dance
with woodwind and north wind and moist grass
that's the dawn-breaking twilight we count out
like beads
the moon is a faint tarot card
guarding the western gate
ivory horns guard her brow
I stand with mercury's wings at my temples
and a garland of summer wheat at my throat
I walk past infinite white crosses
then continue, until dawn's last echo
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