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Birds Aplenty

Birds aplenty.
Huddled in the rain.
Waiting on the windowsill.
Counting drops. Biding time.
Somewhere between sky and tomorrow.
A handful of kindness.

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Jack Brown lives and works in New York City. Published in Abandoned Mine, Poets Reading the News, and Lunch Ticket. Former songwriter for Capt. Kangaroo. Wrote “Prison Life,” “High Times,” and “Mystery Tribune.” Believes that birds are telepathic and the heart is a sentient organ.

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