In the lapse of downtown traffic
I hear a birdsong
cadence by cadence carrying a past
of cyclos whirling in dust and heat
merging then returning to the scratch of my pen.
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Saturday, June 15, 2013
Birdsong
In the lapse of downtown traffic
I hear a birdsong
cadence by cadence carrying a past
of cyclos whirling in dust and heat
merging then returning to the scratch of my pen.
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The hidden world of the observant.
A good moment!
A birdcall can bring you out of a reverie and back into the moment.
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