Small Bird
In a field of ice
a small bird’s frozen corpse
snow scatters the ground
What else can be said about
a dead bird
I love you and I am sorry?
In this cold
hands are useless
In this cold
death’s precise exhale
Make a note of this on a yellow Post-it
stick it to a mirror
then look away
you are gone
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2014
"Small Bird" was first published in
'Red Wolf Journal'
Copyright © Dah Dahlusion | Year Posted 2016
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