The fear of breaking you with an untrained touch
is slowly fading on the flock’s wings caressing the horizon,
and in its wake I’ve found laid open an instruction manual
definitive and promising: all we’ll need to know spelled out
in diagrams and flow charts of foreign words indecipherable,
detailed etchings made with feathers still in bloom
and the untouched edge of new color comfortable and alive.



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