damian entwistleToday's poem:
Clarity
- by Vievee Francis
Sorrow, O sorrow, moves like a loose flock
of blackbirds sweeping over the metal roofs, over the birches,
and the miles.
One wave after another, then another, then the sudden opening
where the feathered swirl, illumined by dusk, parts to reveal
the weeping
heart of all things.
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