Adorinha

The morning split
the sun
from the night
cooling air
blew in the light
My open door
my rooms still hollow
were pierced at once
by a young flying swallow
She crossed the kitchen
abreast the window
banged her head
against the sun
I ripped the door
opened wide
she raised her head
and returned outside.
Photo of swallow in Porto (Dr. T.P. Wilkinson)

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