small mirror

 
 
tree’s bole coldfoots the mire,
                                                              she
gathers to herself a small black mirror,
 
enclosing then, into her skin,
a stray leaf dereliction
 
(frozen /floating/ static)
 
she throws out an image of birds,
 
tree births a shatter of birds, eddying –
swooning into black air.
 
from bind

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