Far and Tethered

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Climbing over a graveyard in Boston

after the accordion player wooed my heart

so far, so alone. where I had aimed to be:

free.

Years later, I heard wings fold into a tree

haloed in pine needles, copper underneath it all

four acres from everything, the owl and me:

scream.

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