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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 3


“I know him,” he said to her. “He loves you.”
She was quiet. She closed her eyes. She knew
nothing is over. She smiled and felt breeze on
that summer day and jumped back into her own
heart. “Ready, “ she opened her eyes. “Let’s go,
hurry up,” she said to him, but he disappeared.
He flew away and all the birds flew away from
a tree, on distant sound of a shot.

  David Dephy: February 19, 2020