“I am the parrot
brought from the sea:” ~ D. Bonta
What are you?
A bridge made through its making,
a sorrow sewn for wings.
A meal composed of fragments,
a vineyard thick with remaindered fruit.
A letter that circumnavigated the globe
to recall what it wanted to say.
A body ordered to leave at the same time
it’s pushed to the ground.
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I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist that one!
You know me well :)