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SONG OF THE DEN

The small heart

opens out

to meet the world

it carries news

of kindness

for there is only

this and

these small hands

offering

the weather

My street is

not the same

since we’ve met

and darker

for goodbye

The fierce

life is quiet

tenacious as

a parlor for one

where people are

an effort

outside

the walk

to your house

is mirrored

at night

out my window

the crowded

sky