Separation and Other Poems


Two birds cross the mossed sky, reflected in the Naviglio
Pavese at dawn. Standing on the bridge, looking down, I know

if I peer up to find them the air will be muddy and dull, they
will simply be a set of wings diagonaling a day’s

beginning, as how in some kinds of love,
beauty lies in the separation.


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