Over rooftops fly All of my yesterdays I watch them stretch Beyond the orange As they disappear Into my tomorrows Carrying traces of the Woman I used to be A swallow flew between Me and the sun and all Was large and calm in The safety of mother’s Garden-arms where Flowers replaced words And houses …
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