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from The way birds become homonyms: an aviary

Joseph Bradshaw

Flashes of returning / come with the birds.


The magnificent violence of birds happens
under water. In the underwear
where you're feeling the weather
certain birds function as barometers
all broken, singing different songs.
And your dirty socks hum
a melody about how stupid the birds
are. But only dogs can hear.
Your dirty whistle's outside and I
need to go out too. I'm tired
of this wet, these gulls
as soaked as the fish they would
dream of if they were in
an old cartoon. But the birds that happen
in poems only flirt with disappearance.

Joseph Bradshaw

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