Naked and Warbling

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I’ve stolen a name

Now what do I do?

I’d rummage through clotheslines

But those folks’ lives aren’t worth stealing

 

And they’ve got dogs sleep outside

Or rusted broken fences

With snarls of twisted metal

And I don’t need lockjaw now

 

What with this bird

Beating its wings in my chest

About to burst

Into some kind of song

 

Preening and new with late spring

I’ll let the sun light my feathers

Warm up my throat

And  maybe warble at least

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