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The nest In My heart

The cells of my body are a clean slate While the cells of my memory are heavy With last week’s events. Two lives carried in one body A sublime emblem Of my unborn child. The light of the full moon Is as staring and bright As the branches of my loss Make a nest in my heart. Tonight there are no birds to move around. Only the force of desire echos The stillness of winter. Then we know it’s not a metaphor It’s spring’s preface To life emerging with gentle and grace From the pit of emptiness. Does the moon cry when she’s empty And unknown in a dark sky? Tomorrow we shall not move faster Than the slowest part in us. Two lives carried in one breath A sublime emblem Of past, present and future United in one nest.

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