Exposure with Owls
       

Soft piping of an owl, two owlets, in the pine.

Low violet above, impromptu,

a mare's-tail formation at the edge of sight.

Look, look, I say, and they do.

My body, my skin. My spine.

Swoop, a swooping, but mum.

As if nothing is there.

My self.

Movement of blood through arteries.

Dark-gorgeous atmosphere.

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