Thursday, July 18, 2019

Kerri Shying R # 646 - my bird

my bird

bring me back   wriggling grub
in beak   my yellow wattle bird

arriving timely as the batmobile
one now two   call out thrips from

top of tree to where I stand these
sun-warm linens    gathered

yes I hear you    call me on
gentle voices    time is ever

there

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