Partridge
Imagine walking in the parking lot
Eyes open wide, you are shocked
A partridge is lost
The memory of childhood when
The most beautiful birds, plenty
Were as were the domestic hens
Sky landed
Earth rose
Cloud cries
For my eye
Past on my wrist, in the hands of the watch
And in head rings alarm:
"What have we done? "
Memories reincarnate in a photo of the bird that stole my heart
In a blink in the parking lot
"Where are you now? "
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