these are the timesdirty beloved
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4.5.04

A Poem Written for the Aviary
at a Time of Its Possible Closing


...in the hold of light,
They nest upon girders or wade
Through the waters of pools

Cloud-banked with shadows.
We find them choiring in branches,
in rookeries and dovecotes

Of the upturned ark of glass.

Robert Gibb
Verse Daily
May.03.04

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