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Kathryn Daszkiewicz
NIL BY MOUTH
NIL BY MOUTH
NIL BY MOUTH
Another stroke, and, as if it were a birdyour swallow vanishes. Flies off
at the start of a bleak season
on the blue scythe of its wings.
Your mind, flitting across some other
sky, is closed to us, our futile
bedside twitterings, is perched
on a cusp between worlds
seeking finer air. While
the dark screen of poplars beyond
the hospital window
obscures our view
of heaven.
© 2008, Kathryn Daszkiewicz
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
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NIL BY MOUTH
Another stroke, and, as if it were a birdyour swallow vanishes. Flies off
at the start of a bleak season
on the blue scythe of its wings.
Your mind, flitting across some other
sky, is closed to us, our futile
bedside twitterings, is perched
on a cusp between worlds
seeking finer air. While
the dark screen of poplars beyond
the hospital window
obscures our view
of heaven.
NIL BY MOUTH
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