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About This Poem
Flight to the Second Sun
The plain’s birds felt
the edges frail
all giving way
Seek a new land and be born
look back along the way they came
No feet could find your happy land
no wing could find your peaceful air
blood and heart and feather bone
will wash by tide into the sand
On into a forward light
over day and every night
by every star by every name
she soars
My bird went free
and glided out
on the flight
to the Second Sun
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