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birdily
all up with
shaky from the air
think firstness
flurry flutter
a sleepless song in halflight
nothing alarming in that
and dream
first bird
invents itself
from same old singing
makes light of it
tip a wing towards
in a yellow patch
now hours
volume up
altitude
sunstruck, so amazed
then thread a way through
now seen
lice hidden in a song
we say
all this practice
selfless selfish
unconsidered
not without urgency
every moment deciding
so calling to question
to light on
little dinosaur
so wordily wordless
fleet
dizzy with to watch
generic
in birdiness
all up
later we will envisage laughter
for another crowd
and knowing without thinking
how we mainly get about
this same long lovely day
where everything is first imagined
has to be, how else?
this now the bird
out of the box
then like a cat
mouth full of feathers
garden all mine
I bring you
the bird
How you go in and out of the bird. Most birdily. I like this poem a lot.
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