chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Saturday, November 29, 2008
red epaulettes
a cloud of red-winged blackbirds tipped
onto new planted trees and fresh-laid sod
loads up the telephone wires, fills in the cyclone fences
drive through the fumes of music
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