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One more Jayne Cortez thing. If you ever have the chance to flip through her collection Somewhere in Advance of Nowhere, be sure to read the poem “These New York City Pigeons”. I love it. This is probably my favorite stanza:
New York City pigeons
flap viral feather fungus dust from wings to faces
then sit on steps vocalizing & waiting
for the death of humankind.
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