Keith Kumasen Abbott

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Kensho Express

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The stunned bird fell
in your hair
The thump of the window
mmmmstill circling
through the glass
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You dared not move—
nor did I—on the inside--
and outside your hands smoothly
mmmmrose--
but the bird awoke
furious but staggering--
around and around your hair
it fluttered and lurched.
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For a moment you gave up
mmmmand what a lovely
peace fell through your face—
mmmmand you waited--
your hand up to your ear—
mmmn smiling at the melee--
mmmmmmmnyour tangled hair



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