Will Barnes

Issue #
February 18, 2013

in the city of birds

the waters unravel, unfurl —
kinglet, solitaire, the violet-green swallows — hurry now —
the creek is come undone — and we —

a text in sheaves — braid and unbraid —
its breath against the leaves’ eclipse —
this ravishment — this rush to be —

and each to each — to tell —
of heron, egret, the cranes —

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