Sally, some of your poem reads like narrative prose; I like these following
lines a lot - they breath poetry.
...on this one day
the bright fire of a goldfinch burned. He came,
he would have spoken if he had had language,
and then he went...
In your second poem, I like the repetition of impossible.
for the beatiful, able, intelligent swallows [beautiful]
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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