when a tree breaks
the consequences
are frightening.
i never even
know
when it has happened
except for when
the pigeons
send their signals.
their mating calls
are starting to feel like
an age old curse;
a spell that can only
be broken
by the manic flapping
of wings. history
repeating and
undoing;
birds
keeping their
secrets.
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