broke his golden beak
falling on the floor
I was not about to freak
I’d already surveyed the worst
the money plant was dying
one leaf at a time
from some unknown disease
the sun was illuminating
our hearts more and more
powerfully every day
where was it all leading
what would happen next
would we be pounded
the harder into the earth
or borne away helpless
into heaven’s airless lair
we woke to trembling
the bomb of our life
having just gone off
which somehow we
survived to build again
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