Bird

    Itassedfromonebirdtoanother,

    thewholegiftoftheday.

    Thedaywentfromflutetoflute,

    wentdressediion,

    inflightswhichopeunnel

    throughthewindwouldpass

    towherebirdswerebreakingopen

    thedenseblueair-

    andthere,nightcamein.

    Wheurnedfromsomanyjourneys,

    Istayedsuspendedandgreen

    betweensunandgeography-

    Isaingsworked,

    howperfumesaretransmitted

    byfeatherytelegraph,

    andfromaboveIsawthepath,

    thespringsandtherooftiles,

    thefishermenattheirtrades,

    thetrousersofthefoam;

    Isawitallfrommygreensky.

    Ihadnomorealphabet

    thantheswallowsintheircourses,

    thetiny,shiningwater

    ofthesmallbirdonfire

    whicesoutofthepollen.

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