Hungry Ghosts
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Sunday, July 6, 2008
STRIKE
Bird song at dawn,
as militant as any
artillery strike, or
ham-strung symphony.
They gather their voices,
the night edges into
diffused blue. Who are we
to make any sense of it?
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