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Andrew Michael Roberts

in the heart's lost and found a little tuba

and now a tenderloving
bullet to the brain, lord.

let's bird by crimson
bird uncage the flock

i've kept perhaps unfairly
these devoted years,

and watch them
unfurl and fanning out

against the sun.
and wave, and wish

happy birthday to them,
brief and bright

and sleepy, full of
so much cake

and love.

Andrew Michael Roberts grew up on a small farm in Elma, Washington, home of the slug festival, in the shadow of a bankrupt nuclear power plant. He spent his formative years searching the woods for sasquatch and running long distance. He now lives in Portland, Oregon, where he is a cyclist, a library regular, and a poet. You can find his books at