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POETIC
IMPORT
Avian Reverie
Within a caustic curve
of quotidian shoreline
I saw you long wandering
the history of your kin.
Sickle neck and warped beak, keening
laureate in that spectrum —
you seethed with woken heritage.
One of my kind reclined near you
with a taut line in the water
and a radio hawking.
You never could have thought,
and will not know why,
the ape would beat you
to a mind.
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