Uncovered

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Belying this despised state

you hunch upon shuffling feet,

pondering the crunch of browned leaves.



Burrowing this dusty soil

you hide beneath scurrying paws,

forgetting the crash of billowy waves.



Blowing out raspy breath

you pucker withered lips;

release cotton-downed doves.



Bellowing against the horizon

you herd the flock from grazing;

shackled gates embrace nightfall.



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by Frederick Kesner

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