Yellow Birds Reading

Tenderly

I remember my second grade reading group

the Yellow Birds.

In a dream

I see us sitting on a low riser
the first row of audience participation

reserved for special readers as we

watch the alphabet parade.

26 letters march by

changing before my eyes

into limitless permutations

present within pigments

of color. You know those plastic

magnetic letters children play

with on refrigerator doors?

Letters feel like that to me.

Like I can stick them on my forehead and move

them into spaces of play right here

above my eyes, the alphabet.
This re-arrangement of letters marks not
what I see---it projects what I want to see. I
suppose this sifts down as sensation rather than
aliteral translation of word on printed page.

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