Ricky Garni

The scissors on my tax voucher look just like ravens.
Or blackbirds. I am not sure which. Flying sideways.
Sideways definitely. I am certain. I have a problem. I spend
too much time looking at paper, and not enough time looking
at the sky. I remember reading this in a book filled with bluebirds,
the imaginary kind, bluebirds written in grey ink that once was as
black as nighttime and someday will be white as blackbirds in paper
snow. It brought me to where I was there where I wanted to be.
And then I turned inside, to paper, to hands, to grey acting as blue.

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