Birds make up my hands
My hands are invisible
But not the birds
They have kept their feathers
They have kept their language
But stopped using words
Words are all I have
Now that the birds are gone
Visible only as the outlines of wings
The air-thin bones of sky
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naïve haircuts 
“mangoes. i’m gonna get me some mangoes.” do you recognize that line? It’s the tiger scene apocalypse now…..i started thinking about that scene right after i read this poem…..it just kept getting closer and closer and closer. this one cuts to the bone, reminding us, so humbly, that we are maybe less than birds because birds seem so damn happy?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifoN_vDtgiQ
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“The air-thin bones of sky”. Awesome.
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Oh yes, this is quite an excellent poem!
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