Partridge at the Landfill

A poem.

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Partridge at the Landfill "It's not allowed," the radio announced, "whether inkjet, laser, or any..." oh – they must be saying cartridges. But already, a round, elegant little bird, fluffed and step-stepping along a ridge of piled-up garbage, has allowed herself.

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