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All Fish Could Sing
"All fish could sing," the old one saidas she scraped the scales and severed the head."They sang to each other their songs of dread,of silt, of sunlight, of someone to bed,or why the fisherman's lures of leadwere dragged through the… Continue reading
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Bird Song
5:30 in the morning.Darkness still quiets the city.I open the sliding glass door,allow the in-flow of cold air… …and bird song:Somewhere nearby,on a tentatively budding branch,a robin asserts spring's certainty, then pauses. No more? Yes, more,now down the block,repeating the… Continue reading