Day starts with chirps,
O’ robins! The mumble of a towhee,
impossible tune of a sparrow.
Now
these word wranglings
close in as if it is
January, cold and dark.
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really love “now” sitting by itself on a line!!
Oh good! I thought perhaps it too much, but said fuck it. I know that is completely shocking to think of me saying. :-)