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Cherita: Birds

I made a pact with the birds when I was a little boy.

I fed them crumbs of grandma’s cornbread
and memorized their colors and their names.

I promised to pick up their fallen nests and put them back,
if they’d just pop in and pipe at me from time to time, 
when I am sad, when I am in love.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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