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12:41 PM Posted by James Owens









This is a story

The birds were there and not there, flickering as darkly as the forest, in and out of the wind, those quick needles sewing the day to our blood.

She said, “They are seeds on the first breath of creation.”

She said, “Maybe there is a world where chaos is distinguishable from order, but I won’t go there.”

She said, “My bones are hollow, too, and when I tumble onto the grass with my arms wide, the sky falls into me.”

Her face was shining.

It breaks my heart when I remember that this was the day before the storm.







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7 comments:

Roxana said...

oh i am dead now
!!!

Marion McCready said...

Quite terrifying images, the birds like terrible augaries.

Roxana said...

coming back again and again, that last sentence: It breaks my heart when I remember that this was the day before the storm.

haunts me.

James Owens said...

Roxana: :-)

...ah, and every day is the day before the storm, its heart broken on the wings of birds....

James Owens said...

Marion: Ha, I hadn't thought of this as terrifying ... but now maybe I am recalling that my favorite Hitchcock movie is "The Birds" (I won't claim it is his best, which would be quite a different thing....)

Marion McCready said...

terrifying, yes! that bottom one especially, I was scarred by The Birds!

musicwithinyou said...

I agree every day is the day before the storm but I think we are the ones that create our own storms.