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one wing

-ed scapula: what does it mean?

 

Look out, child, clamber above

the fill line of the world:

if we are indeed part

 

of a continent and not alone, 

where is everyone?

Our vise of hands

 

cannot hold counter-

clockwise flight, 

is too confusing for radar:

 

this carceral island 

will never keep us. 

On an armspan

 

altar below

I imbue

the homespun

 

stone with a blue 

animus, 

a fletched offering

 

wind-ing you up. 

Lookout

Tolu Oloruntoba

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