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 ...is a poem from Nanette Rayman-Rivera's new collection,  shana linda ~ pretty pretty, proudly brought to you by Scattered Light Publications, my new micro press. And the first review is in!  http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/65074480

 why I am now a bird

 Something rudimentary’s across the river, nothing

I figured before I was married and frightened of blood and sky pull—

Birds don’t fear the last flurry of leaves, the finery of dying.

In their cou-ca-lous and caws, they lay like a sympathy

against the sky, reveling in how beautifully

they can imagine they don’t feel

what they’re feeling, awed

by the partition, how they drift toward the fascia

like the moon cajoling a woman toward the coast.

I no longer feel the sky hovering over me, know

the deeps of clouds bring them where they belong.

Morning I watch myself in guts and morass

and grapple with myself—feathered, opened in

my four-chambered heart, enough

and more to be always a bird

without complaint in a thick and a secrecy

that won’t let slip.

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