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Protect

My limbs wrap around his
shoulders as broad as my wing span –
our hands clasped tight to each other.

We watch our history
in the river, he walks steady.
Certain there is nothing

other than water in the darkness
we wade through: endless
birds singing patience over our trespass.

Protect

My limbs wrap around his
shoulders as broad as my wing span –
our hands clasped tight to each other.

We watch our history
in the river, he walks steady.
Certain there is nothing

other than water in the darkness
we wade through: endless
birds singing patience over our trespass.

Ander Lyon  26, Seattle

 
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