Wind tamps at bracken, lifting lufts
Their tresses untrammeled
Brow temple unheathered the winter song dried
No need the plume
Their reach exceed grasp other than child pluck
Into sunlight on a window jamb
From crypt of cousined self
The brood elbows to sun's breadline
Shoot skeets toward skotomorphogenesis
(Fingers dig dictionary )
The cotyledon towers in germination untranspired
Still a bird in a jar
His grandfather's fiddle buried, exhumed
The night work unpainted a rembrandt shifts tuning toward photosynthesis,
From blue grey to green
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