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Robins and Writers

March 31, 2019

Morning

A robin sits at the top of a bare tree,
throat lifted to the sky,
offering a song to the world.

Evening

Robins flit in and out of the hedge as
dusk deepens into night.
Shadows perch momentarily,
calling out to each other,
adding their songs to the peepers’.

March

We began this month,
one by one offering our songs
from our bare trees,
not knowing who would walk past to hear
or stop to listen.

And now we flit between daily life and
writers notebooks and
computers,
calling out to each other,
strong in the knowledge that our songs
mingle with each others’ and
with the world.

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