112;

A pigeon for your thoughts, the phone wasn’t
working. A bunch of wire outside your house
and the wind carried something tragic
towards us and then away. What was that dream
you had that even now grows unarticulated
in the dark corner of our home? What can we think
of a dream if a dream thought of us first?

{Adam Clay; Poem with Pigeons and Commerce}

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