Lyrics Weave a Basket

Dark pink lyrics weave baskets beneath an umbrella.

What invisible hands,

What spacious choruses,

What softly glowing tendrils of words

fill the air,

swelling and shrinking like breath.

What can I put in those baskets?

Old ledger books of unceasing desire?

The sardonic cold of January?

How about a day,

soft with down and warm with good will,

chirping for a deft farmer?

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