The Goldfinch

December 14, 2008
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I sing,
Fragile songs.
I fly,
Too high.
Up,
Away.

Trembling…
Small beak,
Slight bones,
All alone.
Flash of claws,
Hurry—

Too late—
I will fall.



I fall.





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