(believe with me)
for jessie t
made of marsh or creek
grass or river reeds
or even some pieces
of each - see her reach
between the brief
breezes (and see)
they lift the wispy sheen
of her feathers between
her wings, above her knees
of dragon-feet green, her eased
ability, scaly wefted see
her reach for ophidian confetti-
trembling- moon-steeped, beak
cleaved memory. then see each
writhen twist need
to leak free of her,
cleaved in two, in three, daily
in legions, heaved, but discreetly
see?
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