Twins NaPoWriMo

Reckless November, snowflakes on tongue
snakes along the railroad, eagles in the wind.
In the dust- a jive; the ghost of an old soul.
Reckless night, the virgin prowls tenements
the eagle and serpent are twins,
eyes of clarity, beads of shadow
the spirit talks to self, to scales.
Feathers in the sky. Snakes in the grass, crawl.

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