ABRA

alice
alive
thriving beyond
the rush of five
Olive limbed
and stubborn
the oyster world
gatherers to
govern

this wind
that speaks
translated
vibes
on wooden
wheels
she turns
the sky

Often I stop
to ponder
why
the rhyme
and treason
of a fallen
season

but I liked her
walk
that rabbit hole
jive
shes grown
up and bitter
now the
clever hitter
wearing her wolves
drawing ships
to the shoals

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