Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I wanted a poem to come out of my sadness,

came. I wanted a bird to fly through my open
but no poem came. I wanted a revolution
but no poem came. I wanted a revolution
to come out of my burnout, but no revolution
to come out of my burnout, but no revolution
came. I wanted a bird to fly through my open
came. I wanted a bird to fly through my open
window, but my window was closed. —Devin Kelly
window, but my window was closed.
—Devin Kelly

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