one bird in the chest is worth thirteen in my eyes
and outside i breathe the
chirps that excite me in a thousand snippy sharp shapes
my heart cringes with
the beauty of it and the early early sky
grateful is me
for this pre dawn
for this cold breath before my face
for the icy pinches on my arms
for busy trees' rustling roars in spiked air
it breaks a beautiful heart
all this
and i want to thank someone for it
so i do
because being here earns some sort of respect
from me
from you
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