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Beverly Burch
Beverly Burch
Incantation to Avian Followers
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A halo of feathers and chorusing. Such a twitter, such love songs.
Wings beating wildly, devotion trembles in the air.
Stupid warblers, a little red sprig is my heart. Angel-squawkers.
Fledgling disciples. They brush my cheek, tender as flies.
Try to nest in my hair. Hooded and orange-crowned. White
throated butter butts scramble up my leg, bay-breasted, black
capped, even an old gray comes with praise. Bird brains,
dumb clucks. Groom me with song. Maybe the green will grow.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. — Chinese proverb