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Poems


Mathias's Poems

Feathered by humid summer air,
      Mathias's folded poems take wing
            one hot night,

page after unread page rising
      on the breeze from the window fan,
            soaring off the desk

scattering in the dark
      beneath the bed, beside the dresser,
            behind the couch

seeking to nest
      where I cannot reach them
            before unfolding their songs.


August, 2001


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