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Inner Cities of Gulls by J.P. Dancing Bear

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Dancing Bear, J.P.

 
I will give her a heron feather
pressed in the folds of a blank book
intended for the longest love poem.
A promise.

In what language do I write
the words that fit her?

I am an uneducated man
feeling out the letters
of a new vocabulary.
I have come to learn
the lexicon of our open field
and speak the petals
of a shared wish,
the circling red tail of desire,
the stones of forgiveness.

I will learn a language
to ask for the wings
of her eyes to fly with me
to the tall grass of our new home.


Copyright © JP Dancing Bear 2010

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