…what we see is sometimes what they sometimes touch…
three (or is it four?) birds
twelve (or is it thirteen or fourteen or fifteen?) lines
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(the title of the series comes from “The Wings of Daylight” by W. S. Merwin)
Grey morning creeps in through open-eyed windows, steals between the sheets—as dark as the thought of cold before it can be felt— slips through shuttered eyes sewn shut by colors dreamed into them without will or consistency, and now, just there, just above the window, grey-winged mourners come. Perhaps, like me, they want the world to wake up without them. Trying out a new form that David at Derelict Satellite invented I believe, has definitely mastered and been kind enough to loan me....the haiku sonnet. Incredible and inspirational work on his blog.