January 17

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poetry

Birds scatter,
lacking surface tension,

cohesion.
They barricaded

the sidewalk, but only
on one side,

turning back it said
DANGER. Even a shrug

would be too decisive.
Nothing sticks,

an oilcloth sky,
raindrops and seagull

droppings. Could have been
much worse, but wasn’t

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