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Letters to the Bat

Our Beautiful Li(f)e

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

The day came
Turning red and violet leaves
Over and over again.
As if looking for an answer.

The answer came
As a lightning-struck branch
Suffering a soft summer storm.

The storm came
As the starving wolf
Just before the kill.

The kill came
Sacred as a prayer
Before dying.

The dying will take me
A little time.
I keep seeing
Our beautiful li(f)e
Between the turning leaves
And entangling vines.

Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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