the leaves
short fiction, prose-poetry, small stones
25.7.11
24 july, 2011
scratching
pen on paper,
a mockingbird's
brittle nest:
twigs and branches
in my tree near the window -
then the silence, once
the neighbor's motor
stops and I can hear
it's sweet song
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