poem
Volume 29, Number 2

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A practice ground :gravestones
taking off, touching down
gathering these dead 
 
as the dirt for loving you 
–this is no bird who sings
–this is a bird  who circles
 
by the book, eats rocks 
–what’s left is a sky
that has stone to it
 
is bending the Earth
to steady your arms
covered with grass.


—Simon Perchik