Breathe the name on my tongue heavy with rain,
Colgate, tannin, cinnamon sand.
© 2010, elsie baek
That tale of birds, perhaps swans or mallards.
And the way one will circle the area where its mate has died.
© 2012, elsie baek
Also visit elsie baek’s poem “Exhale in Faith,” on unFold.
Two days ago, two birds flew
perfectly perpendicular, perfectly separate
in the cold.
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