Pale Birds of Heather

the pale birds of
haunted heather

have flown the flue for
a tall glass o’ fresh
squeezed water

and palms of pleasure’s balmy coves
somewhere other than home
where trimmed branches
warp in droves,

she fails in freeing clipped wings
time’s sewn into sofa’s
leather,

n’ wipes her blue nose on
old starchy cloth she
calls new clothes
.

image: https://www.ecopetit.cat/ecvi/oxhbxx_birds-flying-smoke/

image: https://www.artpal.com/alan1?i=50588-10

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