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escort (archives)

i lie on the beach

under tangerine skies

amid scattered

and twisted debris,

while 13 black birds,

dispatched from

the sun,

are fast coming

‘cross the dark sea.

they’ve come

to escort

a lost soul

to the west,

a soul that’s been

newly set free,

and their black

beady eyes

look around

for their prize–

o why are they

looking at me?

–photo by me

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