My mother gifted me the envelope poems book for the holidays this year and it was ll I could do not to just rip out all the pages and send them all to you out there-I CAN be a bit of a destructive/deconstructive force when it comes to really juicy stuff like this my heart leaps and jumps out there are no words just a book-skeleton and my studio wall-collage. ANYHOW: this is only my 1st homage to her and these shreds. They are such remnants, so saved over so many many quiet long years! "One note from one bird" = one of the ost epicly understated openings to a poem...Just ONEmnot from only ONE bird, not the endless flock? Enjoy these with me!