caught fish flash in sun

deep-wrinkled willow

shallow sun-sparkling water

fickle wind loves both

bored naive soldiers

at every duty station

gossip about home

tomorrow my breath

will be wind through scattered bone

i will be distance

yearning for cherries

sweet flesh collapsing into

purple-staining juice

random scrawls record

ebb tide's negotiation

with the weight of sand

willow leaves carried

on wind-spoken sentences

flying green serifs

weary survivors pick

bloody glass and steel shards

from still pulsing wounds

brass gleaming like sweat

Dizzy plays bebop changes

in key of B-flat

quarter past midnight

clock hands at ninety degrees

thermometer too

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