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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Little Bird

Little bird,
who taught you these words
you speak?
When you talk to
a desire
a hangup
a flaw.
Little bird,
where will these words
take you?
Through the affections
infections
that make up your life?
Invisible strings
that hold up the things
that are most dear
to this thing you call heart.
Little bird,
where will these words
fly you
as you polish wings
made of stone.
Little bird,
will the ground
catch you the second time around?

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