Zugunruhe: A Micro Poem by Alex Gurtis

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I’m devastated to report that a Venus in retrograde
weighs as much as a marriage
and there doesn’t seem to be another tonight.
Life tasted beige until a careless wind sparked
a wildfire it couldn’t control.
What is the edge of love called?
The flame’s missing shadow.

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