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Sep 2015
inside weather and 8/10
of the air is held between
the bodies of migrating birds.

I can’t predict where
the storms are headed,
perhaps you can help me.

The summer we read Proust
you sent a postcard of him.
Out of respect I placed it on the fridge.

Weeks later, we noticed he had died,
and took it down so as not to
overwhelm the produce.
Charles Schubert
Written by
Charles Schubert  Tucson, Az
(Tucson, Az)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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