Bird song

Last three days to hot even to sing, Three a.m. brought cold through the fan, I was pulling on my little flannel blanket, Five thirty the bare trees outside my duct tapes window birds stilled by excess heat sing, Funny when to hot for you to hot for.Iowa birds too, Ninety-six degrees new high, I’mContinue reading “Bird song”

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