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RAVENS
stones skip
on face of my twin –
he breaks is put back
a flat circle the light is
hanging stars sit
a thread breaks:
ravens idiom of
grief i cannot
find them a home
can’t connect them to another
constellation
above a city there is no thing
to echo in celestial
winking, how could i forget –
how many times
have stars sat
under sleet winking.
Benjamin Socolofsky
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