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Friday, April 15, 2011

Wild Bird

I listen.
to the crackle of my simple fire,
heating the hours of old age.
Blowing over the rages of my life,
I bath in memories of love, too strong to savor.

I pour out sadness into the cup of my heart
And release it, wild bird into the world.
And find another sad bird longing just beneath it
And let that one go too.

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