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Cat's Cradle
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

Drenched starlings perch
on a cat's cradle
of telephone wires
strung against pewter skies,
criss-crossing
blackened chimneys.

Oxidation takes its toll.

Rain slicked,
slate rooftops
mirror clouds
dark with winter's
melancholy.
The whisper of wind
no longer comforts.
Alone I sit
on the window seat,
cold and numb.
I have tears,  

hold me.

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