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Covenant

From your chair

listen

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I am the quiet voice

you will not forget

I am the brown bird

mistaken for leaves

until wings flicker

from damp leaves layered

against a fence

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Whatever happens

out there

the quiet notes you hear

and the silence

before the next

are mine

I am not a trope

I move among the branches

at the window where you are