Cygnus

I think goose,

I picture swan.

I mix up words

like nothing’s gone.

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I get so loose,

come home wrong,

try tip toe feet,

slip quiet song.

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Love set beat,

but home to John.

I dodge his curse

in our front lawn.

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Eagle’s tired

punish me,

to make me worse,

to draw blood from.

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Star birds see;

Their eyes get long.

Cygnus must watch

me not belong.

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She has not seen

pre Summer

Triangle me,

Where John would love

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who I would be.

When harps turned

John in the street

into lover,

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before we

fought like brothers.

Performing her

joy won’t last long.

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Smiled at the

ped'strians

while pretending

for the old John.

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Locked fingers

together strong.

Now John only

plays my harp wrong.