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In the Cold of Your Shadow |
An owl opens his wings
and takes silent flight.
He settles beside me
near the hollow trunk
of the tree I have chosen
as a place of safety,
as a place to die.
His eyes are golden.
The darkness at their center
draws me out into the wind
and I fall, I endlessly tumble
into the cold
of your shadow’s forgetting.
copyright 2017
Kelley
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