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Biophilia
That the blind—
sight taken
by tumor or gunshot,
diabetes or a blow
to the head—
rarely venture
outside is not true.
I have seen
their cloudy faces
pressed to warm wind
as though to watch
the voice of it—
a bird, recognized
though never
seen—and thus,
claim it.
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Spotted first in Virginia:
blind house finches,
sight ruined by contagion
and cut from the flock,
scouring the ground for seed
spilled beneath suburban
feeders. I have seen them
rise on a downstroke
of stiff wings and keel, poxed
eyes sightless,
each bird heavier than the air
through which it climbs.
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