79. Sarah Quigley + Stephen Franco

So all of us are shivering save one
Who leans into the wind and swiftly soars
Broken by the skyline hunts a red foe
As shadows grow, so does her coaxing moan
Buy the farm, buy the farm, devilish smile
Till this soil, sow your seed, taste my plump fruit
Then it rots, decomposes and poses
We fly before it sprouts and sinks its roots
Green pushes up and sprouts unbroken height
Unfurling giant leaves above our heads
The wind, vicious wind, pockets of delight
Catching our wings, we rise once more in flight
Clouds fold and twist amid the breath of life 
And gathered with the deer we look upon