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Writer's pictureRowan Tate

i tell god i want to write a poem entitled rubato that ends with a dying sound



when god made me he was singing and i am 

finishing the song—the way birds unfeather 

themselves into kaleidoscopic color, cosmos 

creating cosmos, when he said "let there be wings" 

and fed them spoonfuls of breath. when i say 

i love you i mean: i am not alone 

inside of it, there is that same 

ripening air, world-mothering air—god 

as a little girl 

dancing.


 


Rowan Tate is a Romanian creative and curator of beauty. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles, and sometimes minds.

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