Issue: "morning light"
my cheek
rests against
your heart
I listen
to the warm blood
of you
you are
as inscrutable
as snow
I have
never known
how to love you
ship-to-shore
your saltwater voice
anchors me
when I founder
on the rocks
of this sorrow
the birds
have not returned
and yet . . .
these white
unfurling wings
of snowdrops
cornflower sky
I let go
of the birds
inside
my ribcage
and sing
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