Old Poem Of Mine
old poem of mine
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I found another dead bird.
As I leaned down to touch its lifeless tail
(don’t worry, I washed my hands)
A man biked by, beer bottle in hand.
Riding past, he extended both arms
His wingspan swaying with the rhythm of pumping pedals.
My right arm has been itching
This might be a metaphor for self destruction.
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