Heavens-above

Sleeping by the moon,
forgetting all the pain,
of the back days,
silver lining ivy in the clouds,
could spew at the wind,
like a fire in cauldrons raging
with a swoosh,

wait and see the sparrows

chirping and nipping at barley,
with one swig of scotch,
and all caught up.

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