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Of Loss and Gain
Like pouring whiskey down a sink
Spilling coffee beans or ink
So do I drink my deeper life away
With papers laden on my knees
And fields to cross before I freeze
I sharpen up the millstones every day
Scattered seeds on smoking ground
Clattered keys of pianos sound
White on dark, turning black on grey
Cracking eggs upon one table
Casting notes as I am able
Let me out, I'm soaking from the rain
Kept by restlessness from rest
Tempted by childhood regress
Into the cage where songbirds go insane
Here the shadows toss the leaves
Winter hearts stand still to breathe
The shallow air, the things of loss and gain.
poem
by
Frank Bana
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