The robin beats its wing
catches the draft, pinwheels across,
past the trees, past the mousy white clouds
that run across the floorboards of the sky.
And as I watch it rise, its red chest,
like a single star brought out against the night,
I imagine your face, and then
I am contented, even when farther away
than the robin that catches the draft.














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i think u may have added a few extra words that make it not make sense (get tht???
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