When I was seven
I fell in love with birds
when one landed on my shoulder
and then with bees and flowers
and their strange life together
and being a bird myself
for brief eons of time I could
understand things better
not being either a boy or a girl
but hovering and bumbling
above the cupped hand
of a flower suddenly withdrawn
and then re-offered
like a lover toying with you
toying and then gone.
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