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Poetry #227
(published May 19, 2005)
by Kirk Davis
A circular flock of thumb-sized owls marches
the crust of a pie cooling in a night window.

Their sky is a fraction larger than yours;
their sleep is smaller.

They dream tandem dreams in which
they loop around a black-mouthed sky,

in which diagrams float out
from the real world and inhabit it.

Where their dreams overlap
the sky grows even larger.

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