Parading

A cloister, a silence

Closing around a blossom of fire.
Closing around a blossom of fire.
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds. —James Wright
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
—James Wright

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