Parading

The sun is all in the bottle cap

that glints in the silt like a djinn’s brass hilt,
that glints in the silt like a djinn’s brass hilt,
in the way some lea  is frozen unto the air, —Christine Gosnay
in the way some lea  is frozen unto the air,
—Christine Gosnay

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