Turn, Turn, Turn*
Finally, an end to the longest year of my life
pause and pause and
pause
the ventilator starts
a liquid breath churning
rippling
through a famished vein - one
steeped and undulant morning
flight, the spirit unearthed
its artery unwinding in a
city I have long longed for
the halves of my lips, fingers, heart
bridged across the right and left bank.
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* Byrds lyrics title