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For Beauty I Wept Butterfly Pins

 

 

a small bird’s

thud against the glass

 

my house

closing in

 

 

spiraling

into an ear’s

galaxy

the wren’s inch

 

 

grackles gather

the enamel sound their beaks make

 

in my mouth

 

 

in a cave

 

the remains

of tiny toads

 

the little bones

in my ears

 

ring

 

 

jagged sky

above the canyon

 

a crack in the egg

 

 

the sky’s blue gong an orange in my hand

 

 

 

Ornithopter Press 2016

http://www.ornithopterpress.com/