My Throat
A poem by Nadia Colburn
By Nadia Colburn Posted in Poetry on May 6, 2022 0 Comments 1 min read
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is a fire,

is a line of birds

waiting to rise up from still water

is the earth

dark and heavy with spring rain

is the air

as the mist lifts, sighing,

ready to let go—


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