FINCH A finch flew away Before the storm, before one can call it November, by its corners, by its nearly sanded-down corners, and sky Sky of genesis un- authored, sky of suicidal leap and whorl of racing up city this City of backwater century, of last last spring’s thaw, city of spayed forest and closets … Continue reading Chaim ben Avram
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