Parading

and when I turned to look back I did not recognize a thing

the swallows grew still and bats came out light as breath
the sound of flying whirred past me a voice called far away
the sound of flying whirred past me a voice called far away
the swallows grew still and bats came out light as breath
the swallows grew still and bats came out light as breath
around the stranger by himself in the echoes —W. S. Merwin
around the stranger by himself in the echoes
—W. S. Merwin

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