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Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth
Friday, March 23, 2012
bird at night
fuselage
slipping through
black sky,
silver feathered-
(in the sun,
i was with you
city street
robin in the
elm tree)
so colored-
last dusk
more than mile
night and day
separates, so
where is
weighty,
proximity
so bright.
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