xxii (and another)

After the flood
I send a dove

from myself
to you

but she is carried off
by a misplaced gale.

So after the flood
I send a raven

from myself
to you

and she returns to me
   with bread
with fish
   with sweet milk

but I send her back
       to the air

and she returns
    with a tattered wedding dress

and she returns
       with an ivory comb

and she returns
    with a lock

of your hair
    torn from

                  the root.

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