God sprinkles
wheat sprigs
from heaven
and birds use them
to make nests in my hair
and they also use
down feathers
from Spencer's bed.
Spring ends and eggs hatch and winter eats them and my silence grows.
I forget the difference:
Birds and People.
It is like dreadlocks
It is like branches
It is like woven leather
It is like barbed iron
It is like a beehive it is like a tumbler.
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