Get By

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by MajorSeventh

by MajorSeventh

Blackbird vanguards
                                        strew zircon
preludes
                   at laggard winter.

Two dandelions
                               thought dead in hoodies
burst sepulchres of sepals

fuzzed out
                  no globes but discoloured
seed inbred
edges loosening compacted
                                                       pale
tails of sandy fawn
trembling to go.

Though desperate for wild bloom
profuse enough to drown our eyes

dew honey tongues
so through and through
inhalation swoons,

make do and mend.

Get by.