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Little Death
by Pat Blackman
in sudden early morning i awake-

through the drunken surprise
,'~, of eyes newly open i notice purple

'creeping whispers of a summer dawn,
i watch the morning mist in tatters
rise dancing to the rain beat
chaos of singing birds

birds
birds call me from tall pines

v',

tell me to run naked through this eruption
of sparkling grass and trees, then lose myself
;,; in fiery love with the sunrise
(they promise no flower will blush)
and as i sighing come
into honeysuckle emptiness,
they tear out my heart
and sprinkle my blood through the forest
and dewosmothered fields

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