wings
there are leaves on the trees again
and the crabapple is blooming
the robin sings me awake
and then puts the sun to bed with
a story that has no words
and a song that carries sky
there’s a starling
trapped in the chimney
scratching code
in night-blind terror
and i cannot tell you
how much
i need
to listen
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. . .
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(p.s. i rescued the starling)
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