Anyway, in this independent journal I got for free, Elixir, there is a part of a poem by an MFA grad named Jenny Toups:
" They come down again--
the birds--sparrows, bluejays, robin red-breasts,
land on street lamps, tiled rooftops,
yards of rock. The world is built,
and built and built--
and still they come back down"
I always thougt that, too. I read it while on the 67A bus today.
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