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I am grabbing at
the deepest
red feathers
as they move past
me, down
the slate floored
river towards
Mississippi
where I have
never been
before today
will never be
again, like the time
you said here
or the other time
when you said
yes, or the last time
when you simply
pretended to be
a bird, dying.
Anthony Opal’s poems are forthcoming in Notre Dame Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, and The Progressive.
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