“Hope is the thing with feathers” – Emily Dickinson Here’s that feathery thing called hope again hopping broken-wingedby stained glass as if it could sing anew whatonce in dawn’s Easter light drew eyes to seewhat the blind cannot. * Here it comes, ungainly, carefulof metal shards, rusty gins of despair, pain-heaving,the cover drawn over buriedseptic […]

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