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echoes_s said:i write,
because i couldn’t talk,
always
unheard in the shadows,
a corner away,
head hidden,
not even to
open my mouth,
to cry out
or whisper...
anything.
but i could write,
i was allowed,
so this is how i learned to talk
…all my life
different versions,
unfailing,
even in the dark
without looking,
here i can talk…
eagleyez said:the immeasurable symphony
of 4am birds is conducted
by the pale return of the king-
some promise of sun that they
inherintly surmise to mean gifts given
in short twills and returned as long lives.
and the scratching head man
lifts from dreams of a flood in the house
and her mother leaning in and becoming
you-the ancient face she will wear in heaven.
we searched for a match, that mother and I, laughing over cigarettes in the great gathering hall of dreams and
of families past and presently waiting on mystical airplanes
to be flown to an end, to the perfect destination,
and I sit cynical and settle gladly for the winged orchestra
and its mysterious sonata-
glad to have woken from that dream
and anxious to make coffee
for you.
I have no secrets-
Only the daily prayers
and rituals and routines.
I have often thought that you returned
as a sparrow,
in that song of the nuzzling dawn.