Tag: Bird
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Be a Star (To Matthew)
….From where you are To where I am now Is its own galaxy Be a star And fall down somewhere next to me…. Pretty Things by Rufus Wainwright You were afraid of us when we met you. I was newly off to college when my father was your professor. You were a student who played the…
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The Unfriending
I’ve been unfriended. Not in an offhand virtual click of a button way, the result of a web-based housecleaning that goes unnoticed for weeks, but in a bloody cut it out with a knife never speak to me again unfriending. Oh, I brought it on, I fully admit that, and I deserved his anger at the moment of…
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My Mother’s Table
I learned a lot at my mother’s table. Lessons about sharing, loving, acceptance. I learned frugality and common sense. At my mother’s table there was always room for another chair, and another plate, and the food always stretched in a loaves and fishes way. There was a hand on your shoulder. A hug. A home…
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Catbird
I say you, and you are Wren on the fence. Tail straight up, so little. Proud, spunky, joyful. Your song shakes your body, needle beaked mouth wide open to the sky and singing singing singing your song. That swoopy flight with a whirring blur of little brown wings, after slow moths, sleepy flies, unlucky beetles.…
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Mockingbird Eggs
These days I’m drawn to eggs. And nests. Their beautiful simplicity first, then the incredible complexity that hatches from them in the nurturing embrace of the nest. All that promise, utterly silent and warm.
Truth and Malbec 