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Show No Note a bluebird left its broken wing under my window-light bones and feathers make for short letters-good read though-blew right through me- told of an old man in the park whittling a hull frame over a chessboard- ribs for a ship-unless not ribcage but birdcage-wings unfold into good letters-one thing a wing most means is bluebluewater-cold-hey just the other day I saw a finch splashing in the gutter-bathing, for a bird, is pure-old man, make me some wooden wings, I'll gather feathers for you too-you and I we need the sky to keep us clean |