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as the ox passed between larkspur and lily, when ruby would not glow
I found a songbird yesterday,when the sun was nearly set.She was sitting alone on the asphalt, grateful, I imagine, in the leastthat it lay in shade.She labored with each breathher body sunken into itselfand sinking deeper, approaching after.Where she had been on her pathI wouldn’t know.I couldn’t know herWas she fledgling or had she traveled…