BIRDSONG ON A LATE SUMMER MORNING

A bird starts to sing,

a single bird at the edge

of my hearing -

how long have I gone

without hearing birdsong?

Weeks from when they fell silent,

and now this single one,

singing, at the edge of hearing,

on this cloudy August morning.

03.08.2024

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