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1
On a balcony
where I overstuff cast-offs
a wren lines her nest.
2
Sedges susurrate.
The marsh’s breezy music
stirs her growing life.
3
V-shaped lines head south.
Borne aloft by eight decades,
we fly with the geese.
4
Snowy maples thaw.
In bare circles at their base
melts my frozen heart.
I could see the wren, I could hear the marsh grasses in the wind. Thanks.