which is really their intimate sphere
and I the squatter carpetbagger
whose first act upon arrival
was to expel the pigeons
shitting history from the rafters
of time above the patio
and to set out woven chairs
with cushions and small tables
as if this was not a struggle
between life and death
as it obviously is for the sparrows
actually for all us birds these days
now we’ve agreed there
are only two realities
the real one and the one
we keep making up
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