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She was there,

Where it all began and all ended

Neither the bright afternoon knew

Nor the sad evening

For they were mere visitors

The tree, though, seemed to know it all

It saw the ice break

Big words tumble into dust

Unshed tears turn to unbreathed strength

He said she was a bird again

She felt water everywhere: where was the sky?

It was there

And she was there

Where it all began and all ended

Where once green, now dry leaves rendezvoused with the wind, and

The shrill whistle of the train kindled blood and thunder

The bird flew at the end of the day and perched on her memories

 

Some distant music now.