in progress

her body a ripple adrift with feathers as fingertip to fingertip they interlace now pull apart encircle until he spins away as she abandoned swirls herself in mists becomes eclipse of clay that spins upon a wheel of time

rimmed with snow
a rill
of birdsong

Diana Webb

in progress

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