so, again the dream in this
fluttering world where these
phalanges remember flight
and each cell sloughed
is another lost chance
so, again the dream in this
fluttering world where these
phalanges remember flight
and each cell sloughed
is another lost chance
wild birds flew into my living
room I knew someone would
die my sighs grew feathers
they built nests of grief and
indecision they preened
I’ve discovered that things disintegrate
watch the light change color
the beginning
leaves us behind the beginning ends
I can’t remember who we used to be
we are too innocent to
look exhausted red-rimmed
faces shocked and bending with
this death we are too young
tell us why we came here
in this dream I am
the sky vultures glide
on my thermals when I
close my one good
eye everyone waits
this is where my story
begins again the sun
again the empty
cups this is what a
friend does this is
I am carried on the wind and
there’s nothing I do not know
do you see how things revolve
oscillate with me little
sunflower I come in peace
I wake up in the middle of
a river through an indigo
glow I see you there are no
words in your eyes I wait
for just the right time
I send an echo through
the air but — hush
hush
words swirl into silence like
snow
before I decide trot
or kitsune the streetlight
shines on all the tiny
children still counting red
rover red mother may I
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