Parading

& sometimes when we were birds

we rose as high as we could go—
we rose as high as we could go—
we rose as high as we could go—
light cold & strange—
light cold & strange—
& when we opened our beaked mouths
& when we opened our beaked mouths
sundown poured like wine
sundown poured like wine
down our throats. —Joe Wilkins
down our throats.
—Joe Wilkins

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