by Suzán Jiván
They're supposed to, but
so seldom do
as strangely moving
with amazingly fake wings
obviously involved
in some kind of wizardry
in a spruce tree
rotating 180 degrees
while heaving and swaying
at the first stage
of experimental play
Ranging from the occasional
of note today
holding babies atop tables
like latter-day annunciations
as an oddly modern
paradox of found objects
Both brilliant and predictable
rich and inquisitive
mixing and matching
abstractions exactly
as more animal than plant
with a sense of abandon...
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