A Ballad To All Things Brown & Blue

"I love all sights of earth and skies,"
—Oliver W. Holmes, The Flaneur

before i rode into the wilderness, i hid
my crown under a fool's cap &
said to myself
[ arabian camel, french limo; ]

i rubbed the sun in my palms
to lotion my feet; to hide gloom
behind my hide;
to deceive my shadows yet again

no one makes a bivouac here
or there

for rashes recline when
they sleep deep into the roots of a cactus
while holes & spines bear witness on the edge

of lifeless / loveless / lawless finches
flying in between / an equilibrium which
manages to stay the anchor //

& there, owls sing praises to all things brown & blue

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