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bird in hand is drawn
rules to guide us

with stars above that have no points
at all
yet each one has a story
you like birds?

as do i

neither of us employed
&  i am vaguely idle
now i beg forgiveness
we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james

in the light from the phone
i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others
google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.
lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.
the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.
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