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Self-Portrait as Poem
After midnight a parade of stars
is a silent song,
for swallows basking in petrichor.
The wind is a conductor
turning tender shadows into a circus
How they mirror my relevance.
How they armor me against
the drums of war,
against the vacant pews in the sky.
After midnight the moon is a fulcrum
The night needle is sweet with heroin.
I am alive with rhyme.
Natalie Marino is a poet and physician. Her work appears in Gigantic Sequins, Peatsmoke Journal, Pleiades, Rust and Moth, The Shore, and elsewhere. She lives in California.
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