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Emily
Wall |
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Navigating Faith Manuscript |
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Email:
em@emily-wall.com |
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Living in the City My hands these strange birds— at night I dream they take off and owl through some foreign place of soil and branches satiating themselves— then I wake, and here they lie folded and warm on my belly flexing slightly, as if soothing back, one wild, damp feather. |
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This poem first appeared in the
Canadian journals Room of One’s Own and Jones Av. ©Emily Wall 2005. |