Alan Dolan Poems

Gone now, their light was spent
Before we walked the earth
To claim them beautiful.
No feather-colour fossils
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You carried your smile that day
Over wild-shifting shingle
Which felt your unfinished hand
Dig to feel new-cold damp-smooth textures.
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I may not
Unthread our tapestries,
Unsay the years between,
Unmake your loss,
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They are building white apartments
At the entrance to the Boca Valley,
Where wrynecks still hang on
In unimaginable plumage subtlety
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