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Where are you?


Just this.
All this.

Your words fly
and bring your
bones
to mine.

I exhume them and build

your structure
from memory.

I enjoy their flight and their landing.

Like ice-swans sliding onto grass,

open cup messages of clear fluid.


I send you smoke signals and
flag

waving with

breeze
bottled

from the lower hemisphere.

Come home.

You are missed by it


and from here.
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