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her limbs are all sky her body inhabited by wild birds and busy mammals— an endangered species. she lost her head where reason gives the impression everything is clear. she motions to dance a rhythm spins and turns attracted to light. if she had eyes I would see the stars she holds dear. then there are all the words she escapes slips past their curved seashell ears as they listen to capture her on the page. my words are already changing her while she weaves gossamer and soft moss to hang in autumn woods. the poem first appeared as a second place winner in Padora's Collective poetry contest, Spring 2006 Listen to the poem read by the author.
her limbs are all sky her body inhabited by wild birds and busy mammals—
an endangered species.
she lost her head where reason gives the impression everything is clear.
she motions to dance a rhythm spins and turns attracted to light.
if she had eyes I would see the stars she holds dear.
then there are all the words she escapes slips past their curved
seashell ears as they listen to capture her
on the page. my words are already changing her
while she weaves gossamer and soft moss to hang
in autumn woods.
the poem first appeared as a second place winner in Padora's Collective poetry contest, Spring 2006
Listen to the poem read by the author.
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