The Uncovering Wait
my face in the window looking in, looking out
your hand like the back of a leaf
huddled, caught in a collar of hedge
your green life going
a tree spire of black birds dreaming
in dips and wedges
there is no light, no season of shells--
only my face in the paling night
when I must hand you over
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Judy
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"Books printed in German take longer to burn"
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------Jeff Hecker, Norfolk, VA, USA
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