Some fine high play here with mockingbirds and finches. A reminder that for all that’s at stake morally and spiritually and politically in Lee’s so powerful novel and its latterly published and from all reports really pretty indifferent draft, her characters are ink on paper stirring forms in mind, there is no Atticus about whom to uncover shocking truths. Well that’s what I mean I don’t know if it’s what Theresa means. But her compositions here are provoking and provoked so check them out.
that scamp’s still in the know
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the art of compost 
Yes! That’s what happened.
Initially my brain asked the what if question, “what if you took certain words from each book and mixed them into one new poem?” But I sighed and felt stale and uninspired at the very idea. I didn’t force it and started doing something else instead but then the brain said “use that happenstance stencil you see over there.” So I did
with the idea of a shape walking off with words. More play, yes, and the idea you explained so well slowly dawned into my fingers. Thank you for posting!!
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