For Grandma and Grandpa
Winters of youth encumbered, in subconscious slumber, like rival birds in limbo, I watch them from the window.
Blue Jay's call, in Dappled Dawn:
"Golden songs, Golden psalms
Light of world and Light unfurled
Light of Life that leaks in strife
God of visions blinding white
Coldest places are the traces
All the faces killed by Graces"
Cardinal's call, in dappled down:
"lovely limbs, lovely hymns
leap and roam and get back home
to busted rusting trucks and cars
cardinals crashing down like stars
thrusting through ten thousand places
deep in features of our faces"
The Epilogue:
(The words are seeping off the page... I don't recognize them anymore... they sing among the branches... the birds the birds the birds...)
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