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Cellphone Tower

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A lone magpie
auditions for
tomorrow's ringtone,

lifts the lid of his beak
and lets slip
a fusillade of squawks,

shuffles his feathers
like a pack of cards,
deals to a silent sky.

First published at Ink Node.
Featured poem on March 15, 2018,
on Ink Node's homepage and
on Ink Node's Facebook page.