Parading

The wind is its own / kind of chaos,

sometimes like a sheet / of itself tangled
sometimes like a sheet / of itself tangled
or flowing / on a celestial
or flowing / on a celestial
clothesline. It needs / a weighted blanket. —Dana Roeser
clothesline. It needs / a weighted blanket.
—Dana Roeser

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