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“The door is an island that sways in its sleep”
owls chat while waiting for a catch
. shadows slip into each other

windows are glass masts
moving the door-island swaying in its sleep
stars drop tales to fence-sitting tomcats
tadpoles aren’t the only frogs

through the secrets of night
the crescent moon feels privy
doors aren’t the only sailing ships

Mary Strong Jackson

“The door is an island that sways in its sleep”
James Tate

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Posted May 8, 2013 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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