From Pittsburgh to Paris

After the sky fell

silent

we resurrected

an accordion

Oh

its cadence pauper

tar and tidal jags
a dead salve for

the redundant

shore line
it was only one

species
one birdsong

We

our kind weep

salt and scree

in time
we will birth tombs

and dance quietly

inside

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