Walking my block, waiting for his call,
\npalming my still and silent phone
\nI go back to a flattened bird
\nand pry it from the tar<\/p>\n
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\nsomething dead, something so
\nfull of potential, so flat<\/em><\/p>\n
\nclose, his voice close, the bird\u2019s
\nflight so close, I\u2019m wide
\nas horizons something and nothing
\npress to being<\/p>\n
\nI think you must be gone as men
\nget gone from me: suddenly,
\nas if we were swept
\nin a pile in late October, wet and close,
\nuntil I find I am, myself, the whole
\npile of leaves and you are just
\nthe leaving
\n__________<\/span>It isn\u2019t
\nthat flies land on the bird\u2019s eyes
\nbut that each day when I come near
\nthey lift<\/p>\nJoellen Craft<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"