
The air smells the same as
the morning I woke up
at the bed and breakfast
to birds in small cages
small birds with small
sound
and we couldn't take them
home
just watched them
staying there.
The air was hot and we took turns
stuffing our pockets with feathers.
The air is heavy like
the morning I woke up
at the bed and breakfast
in a bed stuffed
with feathers
and a night table
stuffed with papers.
We left early,
never smelled any
air as humid,
scent
filled with the departure
of night blooming flowers,
pockets filled with feathers.
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