Dark wings like a damp umbrella—
the smell of rain before rain itself.
Light a sheet beaten with spoons,
glancing mercurial off water.
High on cliff ledges, rare birds’ nests.
Mummies in caves, prim with drawn knees.
What you touched in me: medallion with raised edges.
Mummies in caves, prim with dawn knees.
High on cliff ledges, rare birds’ nests.
Glancing mercurial off water,
light a sheet beaten with spoons.
The smell of rain before rain itself.
Dark wings like a damp umbrella.
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