on the day she left

May 29, 2017 § 3 Comments

do you think she dreamt of owls

as the taste of monoxide played across her tongue?

feral child

what was it you heard while 

catching spirit when others would not
                 singing the herald wild
the language of

the earth
the only one she cared to understand 
(c) 2017 Fred Whitehead 

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