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• 1
  

  a pigeon thuds
  dead at my feet
  did its life
  go to heaven

  much love
  gillena

  Comment by gillena cox — August 15, 2009 @ 10:55 am

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  Beautiful poems, Kelly and Gillena. How fragile we feel with these experiences.

  Comment by Alison — August 15, 2009 @ 7:08 pm

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  A few years back, I found a dead bird on my driveway. It didn’t look as if it had been harmed in anyway. No cat attack or anything. It looked as if it had just died mid flight and fallen out of the sky. It made me wonder about the life span of birds. It had never occurred to me that birds die of anything other than some sort of accident — a cat, hit a window too hard, hit a car…..

  But of course there must be birds that die of old age.

  I remember googling “bird life span” and being amazed that a crow could live for like 20 years. That impressed me.

  Comment by Kelly — August 17, 2009 @ 8:21 am

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  Life’s fragility… will we ever embrace it? Excellent haiku.

  Bonnie

  Comment by Bonnie — August 18, 2009 @ 4:56 am

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  our breaking bodies
  beginnings and endings
  moments in between

  x

  Comment by Jute — August 25, 2009 @ 12:03 pm

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