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Poem: To An Airport Bird 

O little airport bird

O patron saint of liminality

Come rap your wings

'Gainst garbage cans and squawk.

O little brown one

Perched sweetly on the ticket-teller

Hop lightly on

Linoleum and watch.

O jewel-bug carapace:

O sun-encrusted car parade

We come amid dawn fog

Eyes bent from glare.

Bag-laden, we waddle

Through metal detectors

Past you, little sparrow—

Up into the air.

  • A poem by Veronica Stork.


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