I take the bird on the woodpile,
separate it from its function, feather
by feather. I blow up its scale.
I make a whole life out of it:
everywhere I am, its sense of loitering
lights on my shoulder.
Art credit: "Blue Bird on My Shoulder 2005," painting by Tascha.
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