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on my brother's birthday i write of an eagle
by Amy Schmitz

that rises above the river
turns around bony steeple
perches on earth
hiding heat

for when the thick sound of night begins
blending in train whistles
and the hush of extinction

rest brother rest
your thorn song
your skeletal habitat
mourn your almost-home

your loss almost
finally yours alone
mourn I said
like the river says stone


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