As A Portent
By David Baker
At least there was a
song timorous of
wing-beat snowdrift ash
of red horizon
then somewhere calling
as under one’s breath
(I did not hope you
would find me wanting)
and the next extinction
on every wing—
Copyright @ 2014 by David Baker.
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