I
Bare boughs bud birds
throstling madly as they are
birthed into air.
II
Not so much Moon as sister:
dead twin carried to term
petrified within one womb
III
Poor, we covered our walls in "Art":
she had one priceless thing in
an otherwise empty room.
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