last stake for our sake

spicy, frozen fume
looped reeling in wide
grey bows ’round
wounded wings
of waving branches

wafting chances landed
on modern wary perches
of nature’s drowsy
trident

pierced, 
in echoes.

© Anthony Gorman 2019

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