5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-two : state)

we are transient
betwixt our natural forms
ashes to ashes

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Clipped Wings

these pink flamingos
with half clipped wings
envy even wrens
and spitting swallows
from their hollows
taunt them once again
but in their dreams
they soar it seems
into rose coloured skies
a thousand petals
all supposing
they can up and fly