Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I imagined a bird on the roof yesterday and he sang.
Today there was a bird on the roof and he sang
nothing. Tomorrow I will put on my bird suit and
when I sing on the roof, someone who I imagine 
far below will not hear me. He will be wearing
my suit. He will look at me seriously. 
I will call him Feathers.

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