Week of Apr 4, 2017


More birds than there were
not heard for months here

the songs loud enough to penetrate
brick and glass

calling, calling to each other.
Did you make it ok?

How was the flight?
Want to grab some breakfast?

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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