Merge

Clouds that curl around the sky,
reflecting in windows,
rings on blue fingers,
spilt milk across a
suburban tablecloth.
 
Tristful trees that emerge
from the skyline,
pushing out of the ground,
raising their darkened silhouettes,
brushing telephone wires.
 
Shapes layer in the dusk,
become one with one another.
The buildings merge with
branches and leaves,
become the birds that dip
in and out of shadows.
 
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