Bye-bye
–Derek SheffieldThe animal of winter is dying,its white body everywherein collapse and stabbed atby straws of light, a leavingto believe in as the airslowly fills with darknessand water drains from the tubwhere my daughter, watching itlower around her, feeling itgo, says about the only thingshe can as if it were a long-kept breath going with herblessing of dribble and fleck.Down it swirls a living drillvanishing toward a landwhere tomorrow alreadyfixes its bright eye on a manmuttering his way into a crowd,saying about the only thinghe can before his bodygoes boom. And tomorrow,I will count more dark shapestumbling from the sky, birdsreturning to scarcity, offeringin their seesawing songsa kind of liquidity.
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