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Off to the left a wing points to the water ski pond where the
rest wait white and grey
Copyright ©Paul Decelles 1994, 1999,2001
At first I'm not sure what they are, vacillate between gulls
think of the fat gulls on the Kaw or pet geese at the cemetery
Long passed by the geese, snow and blue on the square damned
I want to have stopped and touch the warm feathered sides.
I think on how I will handle my 8 A.M. class.
Lecture as before on ribosomes and enzymes?
Yes, that's it: let the students wonder,
and ask me if it's possible to turn a mammal to a bird,
ask what genetic tricks could lead to such a thing.
Get them to ask while I can still form the syllables and grasp
the chalk with my wings.
Yes that's it; no need to explain the grey feathers swirling
into the room as I fluff my sides
and point to where the rest are taking flight north.