
A red Canary sits perched on the side of a gray tree.
It is winter. Am I mistaken or does
the hand turn slowly as it lowers to the side.
I have seen you in my thoughts.
I have whispered you in my prayers.
I have left you and come back to you.
And today I see the shadow of time
cast along the edge of a sound.
How many times can a… how does that go now?
I grew up near the ocean. I grew up near the sound
of the waves upon the waves. And it has been
too many years to know why I miss it.
Summer is around the corner in just a few days,
when the green leaves and the branches that carry them
shake, rattle, and roll.
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