Tagged: bird calls
spring whistles with her
spring whistles with her
teeth at twenty minutes past
five, competing with
the clanging heat pipes waking
up early to keep us warm
.
20230406:1934
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six a.m., i am
six a.m., i am
counting sheeps backwards against
the curtain of bird
calls and your memory, a
futile grasp for what might’ve been
.
20150528:0652
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like a collector
like a collector
of sounds, i am penciling
in 5:42 A.M. in a
box the size of my
heart for when the
birds started calling
to one another this
morning, at once
hopeful and urgent
.
20150522:0606
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waking before the
waking before the
6:32 sunrise is
like walking along
the corridors of the
music building and
searching for an
available practice
room through
eavesdropping.
the hallway is a
symphony, and somehow,
when the sun finally
rises, all the birds
fall silent,
except that one,
and you know for sure
that you are awake
.
20150521:0646
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daylight and bird calls
daylight and bird calls
yank me out of deep sleep like
they were perfectly
aligned twin points of the same
tweezer filed for precision
.
20140614:0615
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the early bird arrives
the early bird arrives
at five-ten and jumps right
into the morning’s lyrics
before the five-twenty-
five sunrise. sleep has
rusted beyond the
surface, and reluctant
is but a cast iron
knocker relentlessly
striking out
.
20140531:0530
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