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The Reprieve

You flew
in my room
I’d left
the door
cracked against
the autumn air
A wren you were
no bigger
than a latchkey


Lucky for you
it was only me
in residence
The cat was
just dreaming
of mayhem

I did what I could
you remember
to keep you
from the window
till you tired
of hitting glass
and shitting
on the sill
and made it
out again
in the big
bright world

I watched you go
Saw you stop
not knowing
for a moment
who you were

Looking back
like a child
leaving home

George Murphy





  1. I did not think I would spend more than a couple of minutes on your zine, but I did. Thanks


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