The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Daniel Abdul-Hayy Moore

LITTLE OWLS

Little owls
that lace the lumber of our dreams
your hoots astound us
those blinkless eyes two locomotives
out of the dark they blink and it’s
over

when we wake you fly out into the light
as out of a barn door

O insubstantiality of all things


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