By Tamryn Bennett

The Lyric

Scrambling the red brick of second-stories pigeons fattened on wayward crumbs cast from apartment balconies light of sky in their eyes saw silver screen behind hoarding ghost crowds heard splash of organ music seeping through loose masonry I will scale the updraft where sound-sleepers wake shearing corrugated iron doorways piecemealing sounds from nests and rests…

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