The Cardinals
by Ryan Davis
He watched the way the cardinals
castled and moshed
as every door shut in Clark County
with a splash still somewhat valuable,
a sadness still wet.
They flew but would die,
closed but would open
when the day did.
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He watched the way the cardinals
castled and moshed
as every door shut in Clark County
with a splash still somewhat valuable,
a sadness still wet.
They flew but would die,
closed but would open
when the day did.