taken aback, i
take out
the background, stitching circles
around
you
as i try to see (the way you do), all
googly-eyed.
it's a bird thing. i
keep my
eyes
on you, wild-hearted pygmalions
running around
with
out-of-focus dreams
and
i try to keep them tame,
keep them
whole.
it takes me back.
three
baby bird eggs
in a nest, and
all i see is you...
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