A Hoku Threne - Poem by Morgan Michaels
I have heard the song
of the blackbird, the bluebird-
the bluebird's has phrasing.
Sweet state of Unrest
next to every other state
you would seem the best.
If to die's to tire
of your blues, dewy lupine
I am immortal.
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