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Burton L. Carlson
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Rapunzel

I like the shirt
I am wearing,
the soft side out.

I'm a wish
turned into a shout,
a voice
in spring;

a bird
looking north
to those grounds
full of grass
and food

and nests
to be filled
with dark eggs
where the white cranes
brood.

On Poetry and ArtSuzi PeelNovember 19, 2014
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