had i reached
for you
as skies grew dark
had i felt
the world subside
within my nest
(a third bedroom)
pushed against
your sigh
had i known
at once
the night birds
call
had been silenced
by a breeze
(surrendered
silent) heartache
for the trees
had i reached
for you
. . .
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