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geese,
crows and starlings in the rain
we
turned and
said
our goodbyes
as
much as walking
away
in silence
constitutes
goodbye
there
were rush sounds
electrical
impulses
ground
seep
things
seeking to claim
the
hollows being born
between
us
we
used to fill
the
spaces silence
chose
to admire
with
beautiful words
we
never wrote down
those
poems
are
now, for the birds
no
cages can hold
their
flights have no names
only
paused time
beneath
their wings
when there was not yet
this memory of us
when
we were not yet
the footsteps
or beaten
feathers and bone
in
the distance
growing
further
away
from why
we
were there
in
the first place
EJR
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This is simply and undeniably perfect.
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