One for the Birds

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BIRD CALL

White bird, sole bird—
each day one bird
punctuates my sky.

Inward, now stirred,
my own soul-bird
resonates their cry.

Soon, my soul, fly—
fly wide, fly high,
solitary bird.


[ASIDE: On my commute these last few days, a gull, another gull, a pigeon or dove, and today an egret appeared, gliding slowly alone, white, against blue sky. While thinking about this and wondering whether such sole flights were unusual, somehow I got the name Ziva into my head. At about the same moment, a semi truck went by. It bore the company name Z-Bird.]