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How did John Keats breathe
a nightingale’s song surrendering to human fear,
to death and words that remain among us,
always only this moment turning loose before flying away?
Where is the bronze statue to the drunk
who shared a cell
in the Concord jail with Thoreau,
that singular anonymous essential man
snoring like a midwife the night
An Essay On Civil Disobedience was born?
Is there a bumblebee too fat to learn to fly?
Copyright 2018 Louie Skipper. From The Work Ethic of the Common Fly (Settlement House, 2018)