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the dream plays out like a silent movie

morning tea a mynah checks if I’m alright

fickle things little sparrows just as spring winds

first light sparrow hops onto the train with me

green spills over the fence taking back what’s hers

bridge the space between body and light

borrowed silence from the cosmos

spring we find the body in denial

staged reading the controlled flow of tears

looking for signs of flesh among the debris