Dear Wild Abandon,

by Andrew Michael Roberts

selected by Mark Strand

BIRDS OF PARADISE

 

Across the desert we kissed
and dreamt one-legged of islands.
We were not yet home,
a sea of buffaloes
carried us on its back.

 

 

YOU CAN HEAR IT THROUGH
THE CUMULATIVE HEARBEATS

 

You, and a skyful of swallows
schooling like fish.
Then the planets' heavy whir
through space.



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