VINYL POETRY

Volume 1, August 2010

BIRDIE
Andrea CohenView Contributor’s Note

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I heard you texted John about the moon last night. He gloated when he told me. I told him, no, you didn’t text me. Why text the one you’re standing next to, beneath that lucid moon? Of course, there was no moon last night, none that could be seen. It was like the way you stood by me, beyond what the naked eye can glean. I read between the lines, between the clouds, that’s how, despite facts to the contrary, I found you, breathless, there.