Monday, April 4, 2011


Little puffs of flight and grey brown feathers
Cuteness incarnate huddled together
Your home the black rubber tube between two phone lines
I picture you inside, orderly and kind
Talking to your neighbors of seeds and cats and winds
Maybe just chirping idiotic things
Dozen of your rushing out to let one inside go to pee
As I return home eyeing me
I wish the people crushed together with me on the train
Had half your kindness and brain

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