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I guess I’d make
a crummy bird … here I am
singing in the darkness.

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Taking Note: haiku

though it is gray
the birds have not run out
of reasons to sing

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In a ring of song
I hear your silence
I breathe in your silence
in a ring of song
I lose my singular voice
and become
what is unwritten,
unwritable, endlessly sung—
in the ring of song
there is no note
not worth singing,
there is no tone that’s wrong
in the ring of song
in the ring of song
the song rises and falls
all around us, it rises
and falls inside of us
I breathe in and pull
into my lungs the song
where it mixes with the unborn song
still forming
on my tongue,
in the ring of song
I am no one and if
I am anyone at all
I am one being sung.

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That bald eagle
flies this canyon every day
today I saw him

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all day I try
to scrape it off my skin
that bad dream

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long after you leave
the chairs remain hushed so to
better hear you sing

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every story
I’ve ever had
the end

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