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birthday poetry

tell me not
god
with her hair flaying wildly
i stood
like eagles on up high
when i returned at sunset
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
let me be sad
let us pity those who are better off than we are
this is the arsenal
she heard the children playing in the sun

 



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