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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.

Second Draft (Same Day)
Close to Final
Mist and Wires
Birds in the Bay
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