the blades of your shoulder
fold
under (in places)
like my backyard, the pins
in
your wings
like splinters (under) my skin,
i fly.
so
do you.
the breadth of your jaw
opens
wide (in sections) and
i
keep
my old hand
on
your timid shoulder, just in case.
those blades (upon)
which
you (soar) play
me
hollow as a reed...
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