“One white morning, you awoke to find your black feathers rooted in the lake’s early freeze.”

cf. Edvard Munch, Melancholy

One white morning, you awoke to find
your black feathers rooted in the lake’s early freeze.
Your friends had fled…

—Margo Button, “With No Explanation” (excerpt)

The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply…

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