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Reap (Free verse) by ecargo
In this hollow, a bird-beat; thin ribbon pulses red as harvest, red as heat. Sickle cleaves sky, time, tide: an egg, an eye. Dust haze wavers, lays its wreathe on husks, cracked tamarisk where night wraiths feed. We wait the dead hours, sickle cleaves sky, knife-edged, wandering beneath red eye.

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