Duck
he sits on the roof
of the building opposite
I sit on the sofa
glimpsed from the window;
him with his feathers
me with my skin;
themes tune
and blossom falls
from trees
like plates don't fall
out of the cupboard
and we could go on
like that for hours
such
was the relationship
we had
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