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Poetry
Bird Song in my Pediatric Office
COVID Pandemic, 2020
Canaries should sing
effortlessly
their voices surprising
from beings so small
It is what I love
about teenagers
unafraid and clear-eyed
they tell us
what we hadn’t thought
to notice
some more crow
than songbird,
Stellar’s jay
boisterous beside
warblers.
I coo, dove-like,
encourage the chatter.
These seers
might trill and call,
sharing
the hawk’s view
on impending storms;
or sometimes
chirp joyfully,
bedazzled
by shiny bits
they collect like
reassurances.
But lately instead
of peeping
I hear screeching
or worse than that
silence.
9-to-5
You could start every morning
picturing cotton candy -
how fluffy
sweet
pink
nothingness
can embellish
distract
soften
delight
dissolve
dissipate
and yet linger.
You could.
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