Winter 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2000 |

One Heart

Look at the birds. Even flyingis born out of nothing. The first skyis inside you, Friend, open at either end of day.The work of wings was always freedom, fasteningone heart to every falling thing.

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