Birgit Bunzel Linder Poems

Two birds of paradise flee toward east,
tweet Upanishads, look
outward, inward, upward.
They laugh, and they eat, they drink.
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Cedar Creek,5: 07am
The first snow in northern reserves
Weighs our fall into lone confinement.
A left boot suffocates at 5: 40am.
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From this mid-autumn moon
The weaving maid throws
threads of golden sheen;
From the serene copper plate
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Rain falls into rivulets
Each drop filled with a story
Pushing down the wind
The swifts secure their homes
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Around the stirring sea polished shards gather.
Rootless trees throw their rootless leaves
on the sand that grows into the banks.
The wind rearranges their path.
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One yellow butterfly
got tired of hiding
in the fragrant ylang ylang tree.
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There is one thought who thought
Was free to roam on milky streets
But it flew so fast
It hit the lamp post near the factory
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I woke up to a snow-laden sky
Turned without my watch from green to grey
At the wayside shrine for homeless spirits
Where we met on our way to justice
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I went to Sunset Cemetery
today and began to dig my own
grave. I said, "Help me! " and you
kindly obliged. We dug all day and
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Everything changed when the
East wind whisked our bodies away. But I
Followed your tracks to the sea: to where
White waves tiptoe onto land,
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