17 june 2010

Posted on June 17, 2010

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The holy birds are folded away in a box
incomplete, sleeping.
I pray that as they rest in the dark–though their
flock is numbered and partial–that if they
can’t keep the spirits out, perhaps they could keep a cold away
and not swallow me in my sleep for not freeing the rest of them.

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