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counting the birds

another string around a finger,
reminder to Look. Count the birds
on my morning drive
some days, six
some days, sixty
or more
some days, the birds conspire
to help, fly close and fast
past my windshield
Yesterday, sixty-four
Mostly dark but startle of
one red-winged blackbird
one jay flashing by

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