09 August 2012

Three Birds in Flight (x, y, z)

between us two
we have six feet
but none are landing gear

my dog pulls me
into the scent
beneath the buzzing wire

its feathered beads
they all grow wings
the abacus explodes

most all go west
into the sun
but three, they go alone

three black birds three black flags
a semaphore
unflown before

three cards black ace jack jack
three card monte
against the sky

three black balls much smaller
now the juggler
most true and sure

finally, three vertices
unstudied trig-

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