gypsy violin wanders the mislabeled city,
tastes lip and first light.
movement of the red ribbon twirler
dancing for days.
cream spotted catacomb
hides stars and mirrors.
the man on the corner in the rocking chair
calls birds above chiangmai.
so happy to be noticed, they chirp
harp-dotted lullabies and join the arc of doves.
unified movement melts the sky,
hurt unraveled.
haunting voices and chill air
among fields of crystal.
dark bells whistle in the wind
through lonely fences and blue succumb stares.
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