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BIRDS
Birds fly through the sky.
Black against gray clouds
Though they’re bright
Red,
Yellow,
Blue
Up close if you stop and look.
Robins pecking for worms after the rain,
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Loves
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How did I get here
Who have I been
what kind of a friend am I
who do I really want to be
what do I want
why am I like this
who could I have been
where could I have gone
have known
thought
experienced
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She Used To Come
It was like your second cousin,
the one who stopped coming
to Thanksgiving
most of the time
but shows up sometimes
and you remember a picture
of her holding baby you
with blond curls and energy always
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Edge of the world
The edge of the world
is not a finality;
it's a beginning.
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