It is too late
to change faces
or to buy peace and freedom
from doubt
last night I dreamed you were wearing
a white gown
perched above a wedding party
on a chair with long legs
holding you twenty feet
in the air
you had a lyre in your lap
and you hummed as you played
i was hiding in the woods
that bordered the clearing
by the river
watching
waiting
wrapped
in my black feathers
with the horizon in a circle
around my heart
like a cage
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