Solace

winds blow
it all away

Surrounding an unworn soul,
the country's insides
siphon fluid structures...
family, labor, desire
and for no time, place.

Listless leaves and
pan blue
come, nestle arm-like,

bruise-trodden faces
still gleaming against blows

breathy embrace
takes it away.

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