in zombieland
Kerri Shying
6am I forgot to see
the sky
starred cream flowers
open
yesterday the country danced
felt feet stamp the
sorrow ground
to bees who beat veined
invisible
mile high wings the wind
a thousand mile
an hour when you weigh
a gram
a sunbeam
at the cusp
of all this DNA
you fly
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