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for Olivia
Seventy has wings
wide and etched
with all the ages
you have ever been
Pinions carved
by angst and joy
chinks in what
you thought was armor
give lift for flight
into skies
expansive enough to hold
the questions that remain
endless and open
which you cannot carry
because they would
slip through your grasp
Leaving this moment
to love
you find that
nothing can be filled
only emptied
again
and again
copyright 2012
Maryann
Russo |
