i look up the sky fish scales
of mix colors, i couldn't make
the abstract picture lay within
besides melancholic to pale
no easy to predict weather
trees disappeared so as hills
winter birds flew westerly
with time honk in harmony
widespread in formation v
so many won't be making
this trip backmarsh, stayback
they're getting smarter; they adopt
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