Amanda Gentry
For Amy
Industrious baby birds whistling as they work crafting nests in neighboring shrubs crafted nests in neighborʼs shrubs
Sudden violence descends a disapproving wind striking legs and clipping wings Amy and I know why
The caged bird sings
Amanda Gentry wakes up in the morning, brews a pot of coffee, prepares a bowl of yogurt and fruit; she takes these out to her deck where she sits with her containers, Flower and companion, Scooby Doo. Sip, sip, chew, chew; her soul stirs and out come words. She falls at their feet and submits.
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