Issue 233, Summer 2020
O my seventh year, the year I turned seven
O wondrous moment of departure
After you everything that happened happened in a mass of craziness and
insanity
After you the window that had been such a vivid and bright connection
between the bird and us
between the wind and us
broke
broke
broke
After you that clay doll that said nothing
nothing but water, water, water
drowned in water