old school looms red
bricks slick storm swollen
angling eyes hollow
white bound
plum and cherry blossoms
bright on black twigs
droop above dented daffodils
yellow eyes blinking
distant dusky blue mountain
dark in her ruminations
bleeds fines from the bases
of three towers piercing
Suzan gone
i miss you
the bright coppers
of your soaring words
your wild raven hair
thick as wisdom
luxuriant as love
luminous
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