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The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

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Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)


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A bird trapped in a room
is good luck
(they say)

What would the bird say?

A common housefly will wear itself out
trying to find its way
back outside

(a sun-filled window will deceive it)

Exhausted both might die
the bird, its wing broken
the fly, dried up lying at the windowsill

(the sun pouring in, the wind coming through the screen"

(their dreams unreachable--outside the pane of glass)

A cripple with her dangle-leg
remembers dancing all night long
and walking without the reassurance of a third false leg

A bird desired
the housefly expires
a cripple simply carries on...

what a pity
to be the epitome
the pit of me.

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DEFIANTLY STILL







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