JULIE DAMERELL

In your absence

a red-winged blackbird flatters the branch
missing cherry blossoms. Breezes nudge my hair
as if urging leaves away. Nested in treetops,
the smudge of another day blurs words
almost said. The wind shoulders a prayer
of lilac in bloom and I remember
a scarlet feather in my hand.
© 2003 Julie Damerell

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