a sorrow bird sits in the tree outside
she'll sing her terrible song
she'll sing her terrible song
when I notice her
the buds on the branch are waiting
they'll crawl into yearning
when her song opens
I pretend I don't need to hear her go
ah--for what is life, what is life
without pause or answer
I say goodbye to all that before it starts
it turns out, I've gotten quite good
at repeating goodbye
Pic: Such a grey day today, but no rain at least. Huck and I found all this greening when we dropped Nu off at the school bus stop. Scout would have made us late with all the things he'd have wanted to sniff on the way.
1 comment:
Very sad.
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