.I dreamt you had a pair of black wings
Unfurling like fiddlehead ferns in the spring.
You hung suspended in the air>You were buoyant, brimming, and bare
A hundred years couldn't wash us clean
So we wring our hands in the dried up stream
The stones rose slow like ghosts from the fro.
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