The ghosts of birds

The ghosts of birds

I wanted the ghost of birds
haunting our walls
I wanted hummingbirds
sipping the gold
oozing from our charred rafters

their corpses spill from the fireplace
overflow from the chimney
at night I hear their muffled roll
into the gutters
apples dissolving in the grass

curtains relax back against the glass
flowered with sun
bruised with birds

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