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Not much

to say

for today
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Never mind that he is only a memo
from the offices of fear -
it’s not size but surge that tells us
when we’re in touch with something real,
and when I hear him in the orchard
fluttering
down the little aliminum
ladder of his scream -
when I see his wings open, like two black ferns,
a flurry of palpitations
as cold as sleet
rackets across the marshlands
of my heart
like a wild spring day.

m.o.

i know some japanese people who are obsessed with owls.
Megumi from the japanese studio withassistant told me once about independent artist Norimizu Ameya running a pet shop in tokyo entirely dedicated to owls. here it is