It doesn’t take a Darwin to notice
The finches have more freedom
Because the truth is
They’re still in the childhood
Of their extinction
They fly like they’re about
To make another leap
Out of the dinosaurs of heaven
But one day isn’t long enough
To play with God and air and act
Like they have something to share
With us urban binoculared ones
Who scout their redness
And its fading out
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