Birds of a feather

Written by: Dort James

Your flight lit trees like lampblack ocean petals patterns ripping trapping Me this petrified me he said and you agreed Lights winged torches in the terracotta foothills like like some seas paddled like arc eyes peepers spilling downy scales You are asphalt he said and you laughed not with him at him You are a turkey you said treading darkly and smiling his frog smile Birds of a feather