A sandpipe's call
turning roofline
to shoreline

cornices
to the edge
of a quay

a mooring
on the estuary
of air

where a pigeon
skims itself
like a stone

and flocks of
egrets fold
into magnolias

as if time
had blossomed
all the time

in the world
before the trumpet
rasps

and he struts
up the avenue
he's just blown away

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