Birdsong (Double Tanka)
BIRDSONG (double Tanka)
hear the sound of blood
it’s out then in the window
rushing through the veins
from the very heart of those
unseen in their tree top nests
“wake up weary heads
this trip you’ve won has steps
years and miles to go
its gift is heard in our song
the name of the gift is life”
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