arabian desert
these voodoo dark blue skies come
out of nowhere and leave you paralyzed
birds falling out of clouds like clay pigeons
black and bloating and unexploding
wings swooping like kites with sheet-like tails
twisting and turning and fighting the wind
pirouetting and nosediving supersonically
exploding and resurrecting youthfulness
february two thousand eighteen
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