Birdsong
— Nicholas Brown
imagine my mother
the bird not flying or dipping
as any bird is but falling
winged & flightless
all the weight of
beak & claws the fallout of singing
no songs
my mother the bird
imagine a dot apart from sky
& without connection to earth
less than a loose end
untangled from air
more singular almost like a feather
but stone
imagine the failure
of falling back to earth
done with the wings out of sight
out of air faster &
faster imagine
the freedom as if flying
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