the Bird is just a Bird

city bird eats french fry while city awakes,
the lab cph, dk 2010


the bird says:
what a scent, 
what a sun, 
spring has arrived
and i long for my mate.

then, like a message
away flew the bird
from the window ledge.

the bird was little. 
the bird didn't think. 
the bird didn't read newspapers. 
the bird wasn't in debt. 
the bird didn't know people. 
it just flew in the air
at the height of bliss
way above traffic lights
experiencing blue moments 
passionately. 

the bird, ah, was just a bird. 


translated by h. habibian 

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