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Brush Of Damsel Wing

  • Writer: Benjamin T. Inman
    Benjamin T. Inman
  • Jan 25, 2024
  • 1 min read

I chased dragons, a flight

of childhood's grin and reach,

for clash and wonder and treasure.


I lay with grasses tall to young budding

from the whirred and buzzed and winged,

light as eyelash and sun soon to Spring.


there was a laugh;

her, quiet her.

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