Brian Vandervliet-page
if only the birds
could feed us pieces of sky
in return for bread.
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silence swirls skyward
echoing fragility
of humanity.
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memories, laughter
erased from brittle pages.
life is a poem, smeared.
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windows at nighttime
create an art gallery
of simply dark work.
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rat in my ceiling
becomes so quiet, struggling
to find Disney's land.
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brown leaf in shadow
remembers chlorophyll days.
that leaf needs a hug.