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Sometimes the world wobbles on its axis.
This is the way things work:
blackbird in careless flight;
wings in love with the welcoming wind;
her hymn the song of joy;
eyes fixed on flowering haw.
And then
a flounce of falling feathers;
unfinished song;
small precious heart
less than the weight of empty skin
and splintered bone.
Sometimes the world wobbles on its beautiful axis.
copyright 2013
John
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