Afternoon Notes
I heard a black bird’s song today
He balanced high on a wire
His dark coat purple in reflection
His voice high and sweet
above the ocean’s roar and
the hum of traffic on the beachside highway
So pleasant, melodic,
not unlike a tune to be stolen by the Mockingbird
He called out so clear and soft
Was it a springtime love song?
A call for a mate only spoken at the end of winter?
Or had I never heard the delicate song
of a creature whose like surround me
as I walk through the grass each day?
Hello, he cried
So far above me on that wire
in a moment we shared together
as our lives intersected
for just that instant
in a departing winter
and an awaking spring.
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