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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4390 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Alarums M. Kathryn Black I can't speak the languages of any bird; I've lived my life in buildings, hidden from the forests, lost harmony with seasons, oceans. I can't smell imminent rain, clouds all look the same; the wind tries to tell me her many messages, but I can't hear. Yet something in my furthest dreams, the ones that echo far when awaking on a cloudy day, send alarums through my heart. Something's wrong, a primal instinct says; you cannot run, you cannot run. Scores of sparrows swarm on the house next door and in the trees...what is it for? Please tell me, little beauties of the air, what brings you here, I want to know. To the grass you fly and back again in clustered groups as if afraid to part. I sit upon my steps, the morning's not yet hot; later in the day breathing will be hard. I am helpless, blind and mute who digs for answers in the roots. |
