Fourth
a window stares opens to
a mass of swallows
frantically they tear away at the air
in no small way they become one
join with the unnamed man
on a slight hill in
a slight of cloud
the woman waiting in the window looks out pleads
her tears fall to lake mistaken for rain
gentle in wind on petal on leaf on blade
of blue grass
her lover has been lost
she fears for his being
safe return
rumors of great cruelties
mysterious disappearances persist
she barely eats
her heart hammers pounds
her meal bleeds before her
she excuses herself
steps from the window
a weightless cry silk in
the imagined catch of
her lover's opened arms
the air cleansed
clears the whine
and cry of
swallows
bodies
of
their
devoured
clouds
JPPestana
3.22.2022
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