a quiet brown
bird
without a chirp
lands
on the sill.
looks in at me
at this machine,
my fingers
quiet on the keyboard.
we stare
at one another.
him with wings,
me with hands.
both doing pretty
much the same
thing.
getting by,
making a nest.
digging
worms
to keep us alive.
Monday, April 23, 2018
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