THE RETURN
In the aftermath of winter’s unmaking
They come again, the feathered phalanx,
To repair a broken sky.
With bodies like needles they pierce the air
Threading lines invisible, so like the hidden seams
Upon your face, my face, the face we make like love.
What cracks the sky and splits the stars
And rips and tears the landscapes of the heart
They mend, their innocence as cruel and blind as Eden.
28 March 2011
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