RACHEL TOBIN

spring

tin can

chatter

small thrusts

of song

swing me up

on the collarbone

of morning

sun pours up

nests dream

of spitting

startled chicks

homeward

and the upside

down cerulean

dish of sky

is a cool-eyed

mother

holding

watching

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