and this is aikido ... his feathered heart opens 
like a beak that we can exchange 
our presence


that
wrings from 
me ... this wreched pain that
echoes my doleful cries wail quite
unbearable the sweetness of his baby soul 


the cutest bird I ever squeezed ... sweat 
dripping like neroli ... that hollers
out my bark 




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