jogging down the road
i found a robin
dead, perfectly.
i knelt down
to study its anatomy
frozen in rapid departure
like an angel fallen
its opal eyes invited
me to cross the veil
in a magnolia leaf
i wrapped the bird
in life
and it sang to
me a chorus of
death, beautifully
one call had bonded
both dawn and dusk
in sacred union
i ran home
to tell my mother
this was so
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