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Joanna Klink

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And I carried to that emptiness
between us the birds
that had been calling out
 

all night. I carried an old
bicycle, a warm meal,
some time to talk.
 

I would have brought
them to you sooner
but was afraid your own
 

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Am I not alone, as I thought I was, as I thought
The day was, the hour I walked into, morning
When I felt night fly from my chest where prospect had
Slackened, and close itself off, understanding, as I thought I did,
That the ground would resist my legs and not let them
Break nor let them be released into air as
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