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a glint of rain on the blackening beachand they turn another waysome birds sing to snakesbefore night burns their feathersanother year turns into footstepsshe remembers wind and gesturestastes the hay and nothing elsefrom 1.26.2010 pb
a glint of rain on the blackening beach
ReplyDeleteand they turn another way
some birds sing to snakes
before night burns their feathers
another year turns into footsteps
she remembers wind and gestures
tastes the hay and nothing else
from 1.26.2010 pb