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Bird Sanctuary

Alejandro Hirsch Saed • February 26, 2021

The heat from the sun strikes the dusty path, and invades my eyes.

Feet and paws float for milliseconds above the dirt just to pound back down and push the rest of the body forward.

He’s panting, I’m panting, the girl with a calf tattooed on her calf is also panting.

The smell of the yellow flowers contrasts the smoke coming from the northeast.

Refreshing yet reminding that the world is burning.

Also, a reminder of the unfinished bottle of mezcal waiting on my counter.

There is a blob of saliva floating from his tongue, I guess 5 miles might be too much.

He crawls into the bushes, searching for shadows with the same urgency I search for a joint.

The path is heat, a lake appears and a windchill brooms the heat until we are lost.

“Someone filled up my heart with nothing” the thought of her comes back with the wind, and Win’s voice brings her weight back to my shoulders.

Hopefully the mezcal will still be cold.

A pelican takes a shit dangerously close to my head.

Okay, time to go back if we can get him to stand back up and run one last mile.

His paws float slowly, his jaws remain open.

Don’t die on me on the first run.

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