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Kinds of Stillness

the egret leaning windward

beak poised for stabbing

shadows in the reeds

*

her eyes: milky panes

between dream and confusion

staring/not staring

*

as a child I thought

sitting rock-still I could

make time stop

*

the pen’s nib hovers

above the line a hummer’s

electric wingbeats

*

the gap between tracks

on a vinyl record—

from What Happens is NeitherFind more by Angela Narciso Torres at the library

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Published in Angela Narciso Torres Poems

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