DOT... LETTER... WORD...
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Birds are flying in the aviary,
Letters are flying inside thoughts,
And all of us are receiving calls
Sent by floating astronauts,
We knead dough and shape it into
Forms of wings, we weep, we sing,
And all the time we hear the roaring
Surf, at night the buoys ring.
Yaacov David Shulman