held together
by threadbare threads
my frayed feathers
stroke the sky
from the ground

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ghosts aren’t only
what has been
they’re also
what never happened

echo of songs
never sung
never listened to

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I like how the last of the light
lingers in the tree outside my window
clings to all its small leaves
clinging to the branches

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a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky

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the seabed still remembers
sunlight upon its skin

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I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts

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dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes

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a blizzard of butterflies

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my sight sand-blasted
I see deserts
stared at by the sun
for too long
oceans of slow glass
a sea of seals
diving into each other’s
molten bodies

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curtains need the breeze
to touch the room
a little more

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silhouettes pirouette
with the shadows
of marionettes

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light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame

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the scars from our dreams
sew us together

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you were the wren
that led me
through the reeds
that stroked my sides
feathered my face

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