• Each departure was


    They said and I did not believe
    each departure was

    Out looking for a companion.
    I see her on blanched carpets

    Of paper. I cannot say as if
    a child, when a child, when not sea-

    Water, how to call her near
    aged? Now in the presence of fruit

    Neither plucked nor withered,
    bare to the branching of wings.


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