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Jun 2014
Each day I fly far
from the nest.
Through commerce,
through industry --
consumers of
human identity,
I pass unnoticed
as if a shadow
in a forest.

My body lifts,
made strong by your song,
and the fire

building in me flaring in my carrying me
                                                                         back
feathers intact from
the cracked cement
and metal, bent --
the brambles that creep
on our bodies in sleep.
Edmond Guillaume
Written by
Edmond Guillaume  Oakland, CA
(Oakland, CA)   
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   Grey Davidson
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