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| I am sitting on the roof of the cabin doing zazen. Under the eaves in front of me is a bird feeder. A Goldfinch suddenly flies up past the eaves into sight, wheels about, dives back down, quick, yellow, just like that. |
Steven Fortney
Heavenbone, #6, Winter-Spring, 1989 Chester, New York
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