SWALLOWS
I wish my whole battened
heart were a property
like this, with swallows
in every room -- so at ease
they twitter and preen
from the picture frames
like an audience in the gods
before an opera
and in the mornings
wheel above my bed
in a mockery of pity
before winging it
up the stairwell
to stream out into light.
Thanks to John Hildebidle for sharing this with me.
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