Putting my hands on.What April couldn't fixWasn't worth the time:Egg shell & dried placentaLight as memory.Patches of fur, feathers,& bits of skin. A nestOf small deaths among anemone.A canopy edged over, shadowplayingThe struggle underneathAs if it never happened
-Yusef Komunyakaa
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