Application For A Driving License

Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.

by Michael Ondaatje

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the pigeons make love in their abode acute love within fair heart I am hearing the sound of embracing and a python on a slow coach as if thunder- I am on the bed of hospital