Eagle building,

is there something she’s not telling


telling me lilac blows

in the wind with a soft gentle

breeze brown

circles where the eye should be


to me

something  and not saying,

screaming to say its something

on the line, the border

the inside and the grey

chills are over

here now, over now

The yellow looks at me

on its own it paints

its colours;

The Shepherdess walk,

N1 and 51

consider the second

eagle dwellings like a star –

tailoring and altering


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