The froth and fronds of the sun flood
All things. But
The tendrils of the crane are obstinate--
They remain.
Give in to flighty beauty, gluttonous crawlers--
What is taken leaves no trace
And what of the dearth
Will in greedy part be erased.
Abigail
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