the robin
<>she was 24 seasons away
but summer lived in her soul
she circled my garden and ate the wildflowers
killed the weeds and countless hours
she struck such poses
among my roses
i would watch her dance and bound
round and round like a fearless phantom
then like the robin with her head to the ground
she'd listen for me
on my morning window sill
her shrill song woke me too early for the day
but i appreciated her efforts and smiled anyway
i put up seeds but she let them be
too kind and alive she left them for me
her mixture of pagan and pageantry
designs how i miss her, do you see
and like the robin with her head to the ground
she'd listen for me
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