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The Cardinal

There I was all proud and mooning,

following a blue cardinal down

Amsterdam Avenue in November - I

remember how the morning had a

faint smell of steaming Americanos and pine,

and the night an amalgam of

smooth hand-rolled cigarettes with the

lull of Harlem around the corner.

But mostly I recall that blue

cardinal bird singing throughout the

day and knowing that, soon, we

would both be headed back

home.

 
 
 

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