In the sea, a dandelion
Self-disperses, while
Here on asphalt, a womanly
Hobo strikes at a damp matchbook
Sparks fizzling, I saw myself
Breathing and imagined
A tiny tin finger rapping
At my ribs, today
We saw a mangy parrot voicelessly
Traipse a limb, it’s freezing
In Brooklyn and we fear the parrot
Will not survive the night
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