Jack’s Euphoria (dragonships.tumblr.com)
unable to be unminded,
the bluebirds peck nimbly
at the scorched grass,
all prostrate, seeking fullness.
they are unaware of irony
as i am unaware of irony.
i watch them with my wet irises
as a thousand selves,
each understanding birdwatching
in a thousand wet ways.
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