For E.E.
eagles eager skyward tumult
eyes hoist to glory in the tremble
white of clouds, metaphors for in
a better memory of think
poems on the table’s brink
languages like ... shards
feathers
flying
in the light
of how ‘e
the thing
better is
read
night lit
tributes to the king
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