twas a bird of a different call
some voice unheard of
off behind or between an
unseen building perch
its song a toss of
colored scarves exploding
from some firework wand
to vibrantly, boisterously say,
"Hey baby, over here"
at least in the rapturing
written bird words floating
in the early morning air
that is to say, and was
to some distant feathery
ear waiting in a similar
behind or between unseen
building perch across a
sea of pavement and tar
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