Swans, Tundra by Michael Janke
It is necessary to speak of such things
to rest, and separate, and then to cling.
To hold all that is in you
is surely in me, too.
A weeping tree
binds birds to branches,
the wind
it thrusts them free.
See how they rise and fall,
like the chest of a sleeping love.
When they sing
they chant to the wind: keep me free,
to the tree: keep me
Once upon a long-ago time, the Western Massachusetts Missed Connections forum frequently featured MC-inspired poetry. This one felt perfect for a chilly autumn day like today.
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