you birthday, you black wing | 27 April 2007

you birthday, you black wing
which I followed, you shade —
that memory of a park in April
to rid the mind of it,
pull down the blue sky
like a shade, close the door
of earth — only to call your
name. I wanted spring
without birth.

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