Gunmetal Mourning
Icy winds hail a flag dressed in double faces.
Daybreak greets its war missive.
Skies cry gunmetal blues.
Winged things ascend.
Snowflakes drop on limbs.
Behind the signals’ post,
beyond a birch grove,
currents exhale across a near horizon.
A woman dressed for two worlds
wails; cataracts cast transparent spaces
‘round the standards’ missive.
Dawn howls louder than the phone.
Sad, “Hello?” tones.
Scales older than wrong numbers.
Notes heavy as starless reds,
black-hole whites and dispirited blues.
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