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Jane McKie’s is a poetry of wonder. But rather than describing work that is uniquely in awe of...
We Can’t Escape the Fact That We’re Not Enough for Each Other
Brambling, bullfinch, chaffinch, crossbill,
goldfinch, greenfinch, hawfinch, redpoll –
a new edge between us scissors
through air, routing music
from throats, birds from perches.
They spill, forming
flurries like snow but
tough as flint
and I feel every atom of
Nightjar, nuthatch, dipper, pipit,
woodlark shorelark, skylark, swallow –
I had birds once.
I let them go.
from Kitsune (Cinnamon Press, 2015), © Jane McKie 2015, used by permission of the author
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