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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,
blackened chimneys.

Oxidation takes its toll.

Rain slicked,
slate rooftops
mirror clouds
dark with winter's
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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