Elegance Twisted by Sherry Deanne

Modernist prose poetry and a bit of rambling from me.



Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Nuthatches

Revision 1:

If you had been here
to see the birds
scatter
flee, fly
away in pure panic
this morning --
then, perhaps
you could envision
this weight in my chest
and you would know
that I could not
go
even if I had wings.


**Original**
If you had seen the birds
scatter
flee, fly
away
in pure panic
this morning--
then, only then
could you understand
this weight in my chest
and then, perhaps
you would understand
why I couldn't
go
even if I had wings.

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