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Friday, July 10, 2009


When we were birds we perched on trees; we cleaned
our wings and then headed east. We caught the
rising sun, tied it to our beaks, and brought
it with us home. Then we caught the setting
one, so that our daytime felt more complete.

5 lines, 10 beats per.
Been a while since I had to open up my brain and look inside.

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