waiting for bird song
i realize it is
not the mockingbirds or sparrows
not the finches or the robins
i long for but….
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My poem self-portrait is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
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Words and Feathers 
“sinew made of midnight / ink stone beaks” – fantastic!
Thanks! It’s always a challenge to find new ways to say black.