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A beautiful phrase I am sure I have never heard. And yet, he shows it to me: Yes, I wrote it here in brown ink on canvas. And here, a quick brushstroke to suggest a hilltop, and here, several quadrangles to form the city where we met, and here, and there, fat drips and bright trails of violet paint where the paper softened and buckled and dried. And here a bird A red bird in a winterblack tree A red bird his long tail extending indefinitely out of this fixed plane this plane a red bird this plane a winterblack tree Here a red bird— Miraculous Bird, he says again, as if it were his name, as if I might have forgotten him, too, a year after the concussion. I take the tender gift into my lap as I do the pictures of my mother in her twenties. The small hands of my eyes open and close at the shapes: more familial than familiar, like me and not of me— a beforeness, a red bird singing at a frequency far out of range.
Shannon Sankey is the author of We Ran Rapturous (The Atlas Review 2019). Her poems have appeared at Poets.org, Best New Poets (2019), Glass: A Journal of Poetry, the minnesota review, Black Warrior Review, Puerto del Sol, Sugar House Review, Barrelhouse, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of a 2017 Academy of American Poets Prize and a 2019 SAFTA residency. She holds an MFA from Chatham University, where she was the Whitford Fellow. She is the founder of Stranded Oak Press. See www.shannonsankey.com / @shansankey.
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