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Birds in the Blue Night

11 January 2013

3:30 AM

11 January 2013

3:30 AM

Not birds I know, dank-feathered, inky-eyed,
spinning in a ring until one breaks free,
flies in. And already I am out of bed

and on the path to my father’s room,
the whole house sleeping but for him, his old face
stunned in the white light webbed on the wall

and I say Dad, the bird in my room.

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