Those birds were already there
Swirling in the stucco air
And what looks like a sturdy bridge
Is really the back of a snake
Among waves and hills rising
On a day that's still to come
The wall holds the scene for it
So there's no need to paint it
The sun passes over of course
Bringing its ruins and palaces
Back into motion again
But those birds were already there
Coming out of nowhere
On wings of attention
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