but I know where they lead.
I hear the quiet
between snowflakes
falling
falling
falling.
The birds have not returned;
you must have startled them
when you hit the tree.
I wonder if they will be able
to sing again
after what they have seen.
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Gaea Campe
The Fledglings
Nick Michal
it goes as it goes
Andrew Gordon
For Steve
Dana Bialek
What Sticks
Haverty Brown
The Acuteness of Loss
Blooms While I Stand in
Water
Molly Esteve
7-inch Obit
Matt Manley
Pikinni Village, near Bikini Atoll Test Site, 1946
Madelyn Peterson
Underarms
Rose Woodbury
(love)bird food
Patricia Xi
For My Birds
Your tracks are getting hard to follow,
but I know where they lead.
I hear the quiet
between snowflakes
falling
falling
falling.
The birds have not returned;
you must have startled them
when you hit the tree.
I wonder if they will be able
to sing again
after what they have seen.
but I know where they lead.
I hear the quiet
between snowflakes
falling
falling
falling.
The birds have not returned;
you must have startled them
when you hit the tree.
I wonder if they will be able
to sing again
after what they have seen.