To fly
a sweep of pigeons
I open the back door
the flock over the fence
fly
the sound of afternoon
circles
after school
crouching in the cubby
the beat and shush
of racing birds
in my imagined sky
coo coo – coo coo – coooo
coo coo – coo coo – coooo
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