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Real Birds
142 wordsOnce, in the middle of the night, I heard a squeak from the building across the street, some rumbling of the air conditioning or something, and I thought it was a bird, some exotic nighthawk on the roof, something beautiful, with eyes like smooth black stones, and a scarf of white around his neck. He…
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Home Flower
120 wordsListen, I will speak their names– larkspur, trillium, stream violet, fairy lantern, vetch, vanilla leaf. I look out into the green and read their leaves, like language, like words on a page. I hear them speak, and know their songs, how the wind rustles them, how the pathfinder-plant flickers green and white, how the sedge whistles…
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Fairy Terns
79 wordsFairy terns fly out to sea each dawn. White-winged and delicate, they travel in small caravans, drifting softly above the waves and white-caps. All day, they relish the sweet sun on their backs, and the fine salt spray on their bellies, but then the sun burns low, upon the flat, mottled Earth, and the fairy…
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Time of the Crow
80 wordsAlong the river, at the time of pale-blue, the crows flow like black curtains, thousands of them, tens of thousands, enumerable and warm and beating. Just by looking at their wings I can feel the soft mist, the growing west wind, and I can hear the traffic growing dimmer beneath me. We course through, and…
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