Aviary

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Poems by Paul Steinberg & Jordan Murphy

Magpie

Picking up objects;
mornings and evenings
flash of black–
a thief revealed.
Keeping days in his nest,
he covets the moon by slivers.

 

Robin

Chases the pink slash of the morning,
tugging up the sun
mining with
a short beak
the elastic protest
of his breakfast.

 

Mockingbird

She lives in thrall of others’ voices.
Lost in a fog of jasmine,
you never see the mockingbird.

 

Crow

Returning like the dust blown back
news from other mountains.
Now beneath his notice
hand-in-hand, two scarecrows.

 

Owl

She knows her night song
does not betray
the muffled shush
of her dive.

 

Gull

His wings are diacritics
explaining the sea.
His cries, a gloss
on the horizon.

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