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What if we can’t wake to birdsong and what if
of the weather
we are afraid?
Afraid you will leave me, afraid
I will fail.
Our daughter thinks
until I explain
she only came from me.
The sky rains and rain
all the more becomes the sea.
Each time the body
then outgrows itself.
My, my. We have been in the wind a long time. Consensus
Gabriella Klein, from Land Sparing (Nightboat Books 2015)