Monday, March 30, 2020

How many millions of chirps, I wonder, 
Screeched from the throats of starlings
Over hundreds and thousands of years
Til the particular tone and tenor
Of the specimen out my window
Could scratch so precisely in my ears. 

How many mornings, called out from under
Heavy blankets and eyelids, my darlings,
Will we wake, brew the coffee, pace the room,
Sip and circle back home before
We sit at makeshift desks and go
About overhauling old patterns via Zoom?

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week