BirdieA Poem by seaNobodyBirdie, how do you fall? A pigeon's down of city street blues and the coast is a smear of wildness and i am perishable, open to rain, dissolvable somewhere I dream to ponder of the things that could be if this or that were indeed. . . Live! and put bee's wax in your ear. For the sirens are singing! what Spring has taken thee from the coiled nest where all that is holy and new wait -- the nestlings so gathered gape for mother and beckon to an old song: echoing in the frost of an eerie dawn
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