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The Beak’s Shadow
by Geoff M. Pope

The electricity out,
          I lit two candles
at the top of the page.
The double shadow of my pencil
          opened and closed
like a bird pecking seeds.
I no longer wrote for words
          but to watch the dark scis-
soring of the beak’s shadow.


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