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Today
by Ingrid Showalter Swift
Today I will capture
the bird of myself,
I will see my colored feathers...
my array.
I will image it;
is it your flourish...
instead of my own?
As I love you...
I will delight in each subtlety
embrace each feather...
the gorgeous and the ugly.
You, the most beautiful bird
I have ever known, you will show me
how to love these colors...
as I see them as my own.
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