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Poetry Series
Ground Zero: 3rd Anniversary
Parents and grandparents
Enunciating names
Slow, deliberate articulation
Restitching together threads
Irrevocably severed
Gesticulating to heaven
Their souls above
Rest above
Flower's bloom
Uncontainable in soil
Remember flush of youth
Cry to open sky
Nostalgia
I looked at the crows
and envied them.
They stopped time
with a toss of glossy heads.
With a flap of graphite wings
they flew off.
The Bone of the Hawk
I do better approaching objects
obliquely.
My directness warps me into
tunnel vision
And I miss the crux of the issue.
I misled you, but not
intentionally.
I was in the wrong path and bade
you follow me.
I was able to swerve when the
storm clouds gathered.
You were already past
And I could not draw you in.
You told me to go away
As the veil of death compassed
you.
I saw the shroud,
The headstone,
The bone of the hawk.
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