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Moving
from Chicago to Missouri wasn't easy
but
breeding Lady Goulds kept me sane
for
many years--well, almost.
I
was writing then to make a living.
All
day I'd rearrange other people's words.
I
needed Lady Goulds to look at
in
the evening and most weekends.
Otherwise
I might have married
some nice
lady for the wrong reason.
Right
now, a canary helps me dance
away the
years or days or hours
I
have to face before
I
take on a cane or walker.
The
canary calls the dawn with glee.
Lady
Goulds, you see, don't sing.
They
don't have to.
All
they have to do is sit there
as
if Mondrian painted them
or God
lifted a pinkie on the 7th day.
The
beauty of the Lady Gould,
some
say, is the result of evolution.
There
was no grand designer,
most
scientists maintain.
The
Lady Gould is one big accident
that
happened eons ago.
I
find it comforting to stare at them
and
know otherwise.
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