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By Jen Billing

fae-ring portals creamy bright

against dark brown swaying

choir of ribwort plantain,

asteroid circled heads,

their bosky mushroom taste

in my mad mouth

cave mouth wrecklessly sucking,

mouth of a river’s murked

live stream of consciousness,

mouth of a black tunnel for

a runaway train’s screaming

steaming vortex

or the mouth of a burrow

haven of the paper-white rabbit

she once saw wild

among the mine ruins,

page from a book come to

life turning leaf

now I watch the blackbird lead

his ungainly hopping fledged,

tirelessly fetching bread

I laid on the dead stump

and placing it into

each singing mouth

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