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Here,
where
the old
house falls in-
to itself, dark clouds
open to a rushing of wings. |
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| 2. |
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Still
there,
through the
frame of a
broken window – the
torn lace curtains flutter like wings.
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| 3. |
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Call
it
back then
(memory) –
the way it stays – a
wild bird’s wings bend with the river.
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| 4. |
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Birds
nest
in the
eaves – their wings’
rustle is soft, like
prayers spoken in hopeless places.
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| 5. |
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Not
a
thing to
do but this:
listen to the wind –
in the wide sky octaves of wings.
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