Itziar Verría’s Birds

…and I have

wiped the echoes of

the mute from 
my lips

the scream of

the lungless had 
been so quiet of late

but there

on the slit gut of summer,

a flock of seagulls

swarming high

in the prairie sky 

and too,

them, I could not hear

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