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POEM: Birdsong

Birdsong

Listen to Ray Bryant (Prestige 7098)
while the kitten sleeps
on his high perch in the sun
between two Palestinian flags
we’re using as curtains
because fuck landlords that’s why.

Ray’s piano is clearly audible
over the sound of no bombs.
Ike Isaacs’ bass is right there, too,
unobscured by drones or gunfire.
Nobody’s screaming interferes
with Specs Wright’s brushwork.

Every note of John Lewis’s “Django”
floats over the comfortable silence
like birdsong.

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18 January 2025
Charlottesville VA

Published in Birds My poems Palestine Poem-A-Day 2025 Poetry

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