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Around Here

The eternal return of the homing pigeon,
its iron-studded beak aligned to magnetic north.
Dear bird. Are you following directions?
Do you remember the crying smell of clouds?

Fish swimming upstream have big ideas.
A sense of urgency, but no panic.
Settling into gravel,
the same every time.

Around Here

The eternal return of the homing pigeon,
its iron-studded beak aligned to magnetic north.
Dear bird. Are you following directions?
Do you remember the crying smell of clouds?

Fish swimming upstream have big ideas.
A sense of urgency, but no panic.
Settling into gravel,
the same every time.

April De Nonno, 54

Seattle

 
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