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one more for the birds
as loud as
light
flit
their
world is all the outward air
lizardly
cloud with a tail up there
so many
songs
the one
day bright
as to a
proof
so many
more than us they are
five to
one
little
dinosaurs
at twig’s,
at leaf’s end
see into
our otherland
and
raucous
sing the
windows wide
they tell
themselves to snakes
in out of
treefold
hard
partying
and have
we told laughter?
they dance
into the upper reaches
and ten k’s
high
though
some ask why
what’s
mortality to them?
time is
the cliff from which all fall
a forest’s
afoot in these wings
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