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Allysen Callery - Winter Island
Upon your Winter Island
We wore boots
Upon the sand
Thanking heaven for our hunter’s hats
That tied beneath the chinUpon your Winter Island
I held you so close
I felt the bird
you keep within your chest
Spread it’s wing & beat against
meUpon your Winter Island
We ran upon the sand
We rose & fell like dark birds
& I kissed
your mittened handUpon your Winter Island
We slept in feathered beds
& the howling of the air at night
Was a ghost upon the wind
Photo credit Ted Hayes
