Tagged: early bird

the early bird that

the early bird that
settled on the fire escape
to welcome me this

morning started up the steps,
whistling for me to follow
.
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as soon as Spring, we

as soon as Spring, we
linger in the backyard, keep
an eye on the new

figs sprouting into existence,
watch out for the early birds
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: sprouting

6:53 a.m., an early

6:53 a.m., an early
bird attempts to break up
the droning of cicadas,
poking small holes into
morning’s purposeless
play –
6:57 a.m., the school
bus roars by, picking
up the pieces –
we are awake,
listening,
unlistening
.
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day 13, early

day 13, early
morning – after the body has
accepted the call

of the wild at her window,
the city demands a return
.
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as if john cage himself

as if john cage himself
tapped its little
wings, the early
bird began
chirping at 4:33
this morning, nearly
an hour before
the crack of dawn
.
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5:08 a.m., i am awake,

5:08 a.m., i am awake,
5:18 a.m., the birds are
awake. we converse in
brainwaves, not to leave
out the man in the truck
braking at the light,
the old woman collecting
discarded bottles along
the block, and the overcast
sky, withholding
rain and my slumber
.
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the early bird arrives

the early bird arrives
at 4:05 this morning, two
hours and thirty-six
minutes before sunrise,
and i am building
shelves to put away
new tears for the
ones who will no
longer call out, who
have been forever
silenced
in the middle
of the night
.
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i am up half an

i am up half an
hour before the early
bird, who is up half

an hour before sunrise –
we wrestle for the airwaves
.
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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
.
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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
.
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