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  • Alex Nodopaka



made of bronze

do not fly but they sing

when stricken

on their armored plumage

with a conductor's baton

of imagination.

Tame from birth

no matter where

you anchor the fowl

it remains still

in a cast moment.

The wind

doesn't ruffle a feather.

You never worry

about blinks.

—Alex Nodopaka


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