GRAND, I am grand. I am twobirds

stacked. One by one. I am a friend.

A tower of sparrows, dirty and simple.

There’s nowhere to beno rush. I make a bonfire

with a poem. I gather leaves and make a roof. I watch

you. One by one. Here come my friends.

Chirping in a rainbow floating on a puddle. Easy.

I’m clutched in a claw. Easy.

The shadow of a hawk.Easy.

Dirty and simple, one one one, we stack ourselves

and stack some more.

Lily Wang writes from Toronto. She is the editor of Half a Grapefruit Magazine.

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