Simplicity
why is it
the simple
why not
the discombobulated
that renders
a king
crownless
that lifts
a bare foot
groundless
and heels it
ask the
brown bird
that lit
on my sill
yesterday
that stared me down
daring me to breathe
closing in on me
his beak
tapping against
the pane
between us
then up
pops his head
triumphant
the twig
waits for
my smile
then turns
and takes off
leaving me
to be
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