A day like this one, early
they’d conjure from clouds, in ancient times,
a day like this, early
that’s full of returning birds
again I pour
my voice into sacred song,
and just as in childhood, again
I am summer swan, rainbow bridge,
the flapping bare feet
on a run down the pavement,
fear of death the breeze
clears, early like this
a day the ancestors conjured from clouds.
(Judita Vaiciunaite)
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