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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3642 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Summer Requiem Lisa Janice Cohen I hold the body in cupped hands. Nascent wings tightly folded along its scrawny torso. A light breeze lifts damp feathers, breathes through my hair, brushes the invisible down of my son's arms. He wants to touch its beak, straighten the twisted neck. We hear birds call from the maples that join their hands above our heads. In this green cathedral, my son sings a half forgotten lullabye. |
