Twins NaPoWriMo

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

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