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M. E. Csamer
small winged creature
at the speed of desire: that much wanting
and so little flesh to hold it.
he comes at the beckoning
of flowers planted to attract his mystery
consolidation of heat & power a heart
unleashed in air.
how would he sleep?
and yet last night
in the wind
somewhere he was nesting
waiting to appear embroider a day
from the same cloth: that wind
last night removing all tiresome bugs
leaving only fireflies in the grass miniscule green storms
beside my fingers or maybe spears
the stars threw down.
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