Love Letter to an Unnamed Poet

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You are a cable,

singing alive with

Electric hum, home to an

endless Flock of perching

soontoscatter crows—

 

(Standing coldly on

pavement, built atop

Bones of greenest memories:

I alone, shivering;

ready to be home

as night falls.)

 

Birds spring ghostly up,

disintegrate like

Chimney smoke, specters, into

purple prose of sky and

I touched none of them,

none of You—

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