Trickle
Your words trickle on paper as if
An unnoticed creek down the slope
on its way to the ocean
But where will you hang
Your coat as the herald
announces the first
spring execution?
Trivial events leave you bereft
of thoughts and what
to do with the bird feeder and
the bird cage?
Birds have flown
to the warm climates
your canary died
you couldn’t fly away with it
you’re left comfortably alone
your words trickling on paper:
your turn to build the world anew

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