Singing in the Sun

author's note:

People once believed our souls went into birds after we died.

But why would they need our souls?  They have souls of their own.


SINGING IN THE SUN

Despite the danger
the bird built its nest
so high and open to the storm--
obviously it wants the sun.

That bird knows me:
its fretful notes sing of my worry.

Yet even in fear the bird sounds so strong.

The bird tells me:
yes, the cold wind
that shakes these limbs
also makes me shake
but I’ll be damn if I let
those blows stop me
from singing in the sun.

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