Category: poem
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Crushed Birds: A Poem for Jack Gilbert
CRUSHED BIRDS There are parts of me that shouldn’t Tweet. Not the part that loves lemons, or the part that hears Lament in subway wheels, but the green patch That believes a gesture is alive. I can’t agree a poem is like a throw to warm Your night, or a punchline to break social ice;…
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