red spiral
walking,
an
unravelling ribbon
like the bent
stem of a flower,
clipped wing
of a bird,
cry of a
raven.
filling
and un-filling.
biding our
flimsy time,
listening
to nature open
while welcoming
the dawn in,
this pink
rising splendour,
awaiting a
spillage of yolk.
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