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Month 4:5

“On the Occasion of Billy Collins’s Birthday”

A few ruffled grouse leave the woods, cross the road,
and toggle across a new yard in Sage Estates.
How off-beat they seem to me. Yet, somehow wise.
As odd and knowing as a poem about a lanyard.

by Therese L. Broderick

NOTE: Billy Collins wrote a poem called “The Lanyard.”

About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

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