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now there's two of us, wing to wing and even, after the paired columns failed the sky and lost the way through the clouds. all we two choose to do is watch the butterfly with its horrible head and wings so pink against the yellow sky, and sing to keep the winds light, and pray within the notes we bring the wing dust there to guide them home will ever stay while all else melts away. John Riley This poem was written for the surprise ekphrastic challenge on birds. John Riley lives in North Carolina, where he works in educational publishing. His fiction and poetry have appeared in several print and electronic journals, including SmokeLong Quarterly, Connotation Press, Willows Wept Review, Loch Raven Review, Dead Mule, and Blue Five Notebook. He can be reached at riley27406@gmail.com.
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