In Bloom
E
Eric Cockrell
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You are the sound
Of the lone bird's wings
Flapping
In a limitless sky.
The peel of thunder
Before it rains.
The sharp intake of breath,
That hurts....
Tin tearing at my lips.
The grunt of the rose,
In bloom!
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