A Brief History of Strange Birds John Sibley Williams
The transient made solid by taste that last ripe peach from a barren tree & metaphor
leafed in birds the dying
tree’s fire, undiminished. I slash the stalks at healthy angles so the flowers may drink
outlast you.
Your last-ditch prayers keep their god valued & here. Between us a whipthin body of breath,
greedy for life.
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