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| (c) Steve Ting |
I went outside
To have a secret cigarette
Watching summer shower
Pass by
A Mockingbird
On my garden grape arbor
Flashing his
Stripes
White
Black
He ducked his head
Amongst shiny
leaves
Rushing in wet circles
Rubbing one wing
Then another
Black
White
He flew to fence post
Where he preened
Flight feathers
Then he was gone
Like tobacco
Smoke
-Fin-
DS Baker
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