Tagged: nests

when September slips

when September slips
into October,
nature turns
forgetful,
abandoning
long-hidden maps
to her network
of nests

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tomorrow we will stare

tomorrow we will stare
loss in the face with one-
hundred-and-eighty-one
coats of fatigue, a mouthful
of twigs tinged with
grief, rootlets shaken
from comfort, three or four
wistful feathers, and a found
string
. like birds, we have
increased our chances of
survival by camouflaging
our heavy hearts
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