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Michael County – (county)

Michael County
The Color of the Roost

For him spackle is more than bandages over old wounds.

He steps back after each wall to take a moment at the

window, clear the mind thought emptied by work.

So begins a relationship between the streets & the small

room. He wants a ceiling like fresh tarmac; who wouldn’t?

Awake nights he could drive an idea front to back,

cross the yellow line carved with painter’s tape, move his

automatic shape-maker like the street’s wound-up pigeons.

Drive until the transmission dropped from under his feathers.

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