Wednesday, March 16, 2016

HEARING

Hearing, like me
seagulls off the sea
by window gardens
opening in springtime
from secret signs
that only nature disguises
from sparrows over branches
once filled with ice
from March's muffled breeze
flooded by scintillated light
when our early clouds
of shrill loudspeakers
from bird feeders rise
in sky bright reports rejoicing
when anticipation
of the time moving
forward with a lost line
of an unnoticed seasonal change.

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