Sixty nine love songs
not one fit you
perhaps the one about
wanting to talk about ex lovers
and however many others
jumping off the wires
like tiny birds.
Have you seen them
not a flip as they go
wings stored away at the jump
they know when to when
they know what is what
nothing special about them
you can find two in a row
even when they’re rare.
I am perhaps ready for you
to whistle your tune
and spring off that wire.
In turn I’ll sound out
nothingness to no one
perched on a clothesline
waiting to when.
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