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2014, birds, conservatory, depression, flying, letting go, roof, sound
“low moods
come like birds on the roof”
they step
and scrape about
pecking at
the moss
and throwing it clump on the conservatory
roof will
they damag:-
suddenly fly off again
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
birds wormhole: up here
conservatory wormhole: I do
depression wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2
letting go wormhole: no point
roof wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
sound wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
mlewisredford 
I’m glad they didn’t stick around, looking for worms after making a mess of things. Love your use of creative typography. Reminiscent of bird feet or the telltale evidence of damage before flitting away. The use of bold font emphasizing the sudden bluster of flustered birds. The pushing away from the poem and the mood.
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Ah, Jilanne, you are SUCH a good reader – I’d like to award you 50% in the creation of this piece-of-your-reading-it, like the credits in a comic book:
written: mlewisredford
read: Jilanne Hoffman;
thank you
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I accept this lovely award and would like to give credit to the Academy, my wonderful family, and most of all—to the writer, without whom there would be nothing to read.
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herm
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I hope so
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definitely: all by themselves
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