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  new song/ old rag and bone

I am shedding
rags  of skin
falling from shoulders, chest
a new being emerges
stretched upon the skeleton
of the old/new
feelings arise
and fly off

I rise, take a step
a wing breaks through
there   just below the
shoulder   blade
glistening, a new
appendage

misshapen, unfolding
glow of rain on skin
moves silently  overhead
in circles      while
the rooks stay behind
towering on roof and door

above, I, glistening
rise and follow
  trembling
nerve   flesh
 hollow bone
touching   tests
the   wind
  in ecstasy

© Jeffrey Round 1992

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