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missing pigeons
Ananke

I have had many lives with you
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at this moment when many are dropping away
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This one is enough.
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I have had many lives with this woman, here.
 4
She is sitting on a corner,
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and I stop with her on the way to your house.
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You reflect me too strongly
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you will make me unfeeling
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You will harden, you will steal away my soul
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She is grateful when I stop,
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understands when I walk away.
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And it is enough to know that we are the same inside.
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We are enough.
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I lied. If I try hard enough I can make
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that part of me which is love
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that part of me which is you
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disappear.
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Only I am afraid of what else will be taken with them.
 18
We are swerving to miss pigeons and taking lives.
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haven't written in a while and it shows
i need to get back in the swing of iot

9 Jun 05

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welcome back
im pleased to see you

you haven't lost your touch
there is much loveliness here to pluck and shape.

more comments when i'm not untangling ovengloves from a pair of tights.

kaleidazcope
 — unknown

hey good to see you submit something, its been a while.

it reminds me of rilke, maybe because i've been reading 'letters to a young poet' and since the tone here is similar to the way he writes;  with clarity that comes from solitude.  thanks for the intro to his work long ago.

i like this except for the last two lines/title which seems maybe too oblique for the rest of the piece, but i'm adverse to offering much critical help since i've been away from writing for a little while myself.
 — root

I like the psychological aspect of this and its sense of ambivalence. Last stanza patricularly effective. Did you know i keep pigeons for racing and last year came thirty third with my top racer Belcher in the annual round the industrial ruins of northern England race.

Larry free as a bird Lark
 — larrylark

Stunningly beautiful poem.
A 12 from me.
 — PatriciaSan

i am getting admiration but not the woman. She has no voice.
 — rumpty

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