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I watched a baby bird fall from a cloud

On a day when the sun was out

And there wasn’t but one cloud on the sky

It was cool for a summer day

Dry for early July

And his wings caught fire from the height

Like a symptom caught by a quick remark

And the children saw him from the park

Over the fence like a young star bringing their answer from afar

A mother from the garden saw too

And she dropped her shoes with her mind in two

And the businessmen saw her too

And behind all their austenian glue

A blaze carved the blue

He fell with fervor with all the light he could glean

Dragging the sun on like his lead

And he never did learn to fly

Not neat

But pretty

And for a brief moment, a kairos arrived above my city

Where a phoenix did fly

And he did so perfectly

Like a courtesy

Wildly alive

And carelessly slight

Lost in the lazy strife

Of a wasted life

Happily priced

Where my eyes never lie