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Drawing for the Back of an Old Map
A gray house
A gray flower tries
to remember morning
Silenced shadows
don’t dare whisper,
crouched on the dirt
One hacked-off wing
panics in a corner of the horizon,
flutters, damages
its bloody feathers
against the panes of the sky
There is no return
Fallen, the other wing
is done
James Owens's first full-length collection of poems is
scheduled for publication in 2007 by Black Lawrence Press. He is
a staff reviewer at The Pedestal. More of his work can be found
through his blog: http://klagewelt.blogspot.com |
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