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Signing

Jim_hydeby Jim Hyde16 Apr 2014

Once I saw a one-footed bird
and thought of how
you, every time
fall off the perch when not talking.

Hopping about, you circle the group
your elbows all piston and statement.

Waiting your chance
you wrist out the verbs
flying true nouns like an eagle.

Your mind is a nest, each
thought a new chick

and us, the green twigs
for their roosting.


(Poem from my new collection, Spring Baby Poems,
out 1 May 2014. See issuu.com/hydej for a sampler edition)