87.
Barnabites
on Shikoku Bridge
fruit kan loops garoo
garuda rudiment in
rushing culverts
the songs you carry inside you
are all you can take away
& where your eyes have tarried
& what your hands have learned to make
the contrail rood will flourish
with the contrail crescent
cities that might have been populous
footprints maybe still in the regolith
& gather not for protection
but gather to share the tale
that one day we will rise again
& be known among nations

a rushing culvert spoke
& i tallied what it said to me

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