Tag Archives: Birds

De Terre

Diamond matches

The birds (of paradise) are chittering
which seems insufficient
for a poem, because it does not match
the intensity—or is it pain?—

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A Bird in the House

Life is not how you thought it was. An intruder is in your house. Glassy, unclosing eyes have been watching your most secret rituals.

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