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Your fear of birds is clear:

they can fly, distancing themselves

from their own shadows,

while you sink into the dark outline

stretching out behind you,

a grey mold of your body

cast from empty space and the

absence of light.

 

 

 

Rose-Anne Chabot was raised in Moose Factory, Ontario, and currently lives in Québec City, where she works as a translator (French to English). In addition to writing poetry and the occasional short story, she is learning to play the Celtic harp. Her poetry has appeared in Sassafras Literary Magazine and Room.

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