Without a Step
A cold air
billowed over the threshold
dew spat itself
on blueing leather
its sting exhilarating
the pulling tendril finger tips of the sun
as it pulls itself from the shadow horizon
and diamond grass
splinters kaleidoscope fragments
and breath talons
deep within.
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