70spoems/rebirth*

REBIRTH

He did notice
the change in her
though only indirectly,
thinking perhaps
she had changed
soaps or was it
the new decor
which enhanced
her coloring.
He never imagined
she had grown wings,
spun them
while he read his paper,
for a million mercurial
mornings her quiet hands
quick as silver,
a silent sibyl
memorizing her hermetics.

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