mourning doves speak in alto
before
exchanging space on the wires
sunlight
breaks through the clouds
making
big moves before the rain
everyone
checks the sidewalk for cracks
&
new editions
if
there are shadows
the
words may have slipped past an empty stanza
fine
print is often
left
behind
books
are seldom read to the end
poems
are never finished
--- e b bortz
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