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1. White with rime,
   the cattails’ broken blades–

   Under the springhouse eaves,
   an empty phoebe nest–

   Two juncos come
   fluttering with flags–

   As if to let us know the world
   has not forsaken us completely–

   Luisa A. Igloria
   12 19 2010

   • I’m having trouble understandng what you mean by “flags” here — I’m getting a cartoonish image, which I’m not sure is what you intended.

2. Dave: this is more what I meant.

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   White with rime,
   the cattails’ broken blades–

   Under the springhouse eaves,
   an empty phoebe nest–

   Two juncos come, wings
   fluttering like prayer flags–

   As if to let us know the world
   has not forsaken us completely–

   Luisa A. Igloria
   12 19 2010

   • Ah, o.k. That works! I’ll add this to the queue at Via Neg.

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