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Nov 2014
I shot a little bird in my backyard

it was lovely
how she fell as
my heart beat

I moved her to the fence
away from my mother’s path

after I dropped her there
with red trails nestled
between winding palm grooves

I heard small chirps overhead
naked and hungry and young
Tired Colors
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Tired Colors  Brooklyn, New York
(Brooklyn, New York)   
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