bird years
“I’m on low blood sugar don’t make men birds into years”
she said and I still don’t know what that meant
or how we’re supposed to count the passage of time
all I know is that I can hear them singing in the trees
telling stories that go back generations
I try to write down their songs but it’s no use
before I can finish one line they’re on to the next
a long song lost in the translation
funny how things end when you thought they wouldn’t
26 May 2013
Auburn AL
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