sare gibbs Poems

Flying

The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angels.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth.
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Restoration Ode

What tends toward orbit and return,
comets and melodies, robins and trash trucks
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Three young foxes spilling down the culvert.
A red shirt in the closet. Stick jammed
in the undercarriage. Steaming plates
presented by a weeping waiter. Some days
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