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The Sound of Foreshadowing

by Stephanie Alfaia

It’s been almost a year
since the song of birds
danced in through my windows 
pausing at the feet of my earlobes;
whispers dipped in honeysuckle
foreshadowing rebirth in green fields
and curls soaked in April showers,
golden cheeks kissed by a scorching sun,
kissed too by a hungry mouth
that sits on the outline of
a blurred face and its
marble sculpted jaw.

Alas, this morning 
my eyes fluttered open into a smile 
at the sound of “Spring is Here”

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