by David Feinstein

it’s all red by the roadside
duh there are flowers

the birds sing too
because they are braindead

like all beautiful things
given over to distance

I think my spine
might be a cloudstem

any movement
melodramatic as sex

even the wind is too much
even the clouds

the leaves tilt their heads back

they say oh oooooh ooh

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