Monday, 12 September 2016

bookends

i share a date with Martha
the last of the Passenger Pigeons
the day she checked out
i checked in
(albeit decades later)
i think of her sometimes
alone in her cage in the Cincinnati Zoo
the last of her kind
once there were billions
then there was one
then there were none
we are all passengers here on the big blue ball
and hope is the thing
the thing with wings
the thing with feathers

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