A secret pollen sifts midnight
through Main Street.
The fired up lung trio of rampaging fate
agitates the asthmatic
evening dust; everyone is a dog
with their old ambitions
stuffed in their socks.
The familiars are fed, the needles
thread through deflated veins. Once again,
those sisters mew
on the smoldering heath,
their cauldrons cooling
as they roll their dice
in the tarry night. Unobserved,
a song
becomes bird.
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