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Thursday, December 30, 2021

the bird path

when birds awaken — hungry, owning nothing —
they sing

their feet grasp without effort
holding them to their perches by mechanics, not by muscle

and so, like us, they must use their strength
to let go
Posted by whetstone at 12/30/2021 02:10:00 PM No comments:
Labels: birds, poetry
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