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Letters to the Bat

13-Step Recovery

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

This blurry sheet of rain won’t stop. It knows.
It could pummel for eternity
And never wash this street clean
Of the words that fell
On the bent blue orchids, wolfkiss lilies, the orange grove.
The ice paralyzes everything.

If spring ever has the faith to rise,
I hope the words unkind
Did not kill the roots of flowers,
The laughter of future hours,
The neon-feathered birds
That trust enough to light
On the recovering trees.


Copyright © 2011 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan


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