a poem in the trees


Today Karl and I drove to Port Washington, as we do every year, to buy smoked salmon at Ewig’s.  We saw a large flock of starlings – in the sky, on telephone wires, in trees.

And I saw a poem and we worked on it together.  Karl thinks we may have seen some sparrows too.  We were on the freeway.

like leaves
on the winter tree
birds on every branch

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The picture of starlings is from wpclipart.

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