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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3818 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Hirundinida Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) Today she wrote her name with a beak Flat bone of her teeth elongated in one point Almost a cry, a sharp C in the air Today she swallowed or was a swallow She could not remember If the hands at her sides were wings Her mother had dreamt of owls Laid the cream bodies of her babies in down Who, who, are you but Hirundi did not dream Slept with an eye open, the cave of her mouth empty I have disappeared forty-three times The wall has no bearing, this matter-anti I have become the bark on the tree and beyond There is no reason, no meaning Her daughters will learn the names of rock So they do not fly away She will breastfeed them on granite, slate Stay away from the brown shades of earth The colors which resembles wings Today she will write her name with a beak Teach her children how to pray |
