Parading

I saw a world that was an afternoon.

This cloud in my hand.
This cloud in my hand.
This cloud in my hand.
Sky pouring into sky reflecting the absolute of the lake.
Sky pouring into sky reflecting the absolute of the lake.
The flock and its tangle of shadow. —Peter Gizzi
The flock and its tangle of shadow.
—Peter Gizzi

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