by Robin Chapman


It is the birds
        who call me back 
              to the world

Animation of sparrows
        among arbor vitae branches
              in my morning dash with the dog

Brief glimpse of geese
        crying their ragged way across sky 
              as I wait in traffic

Waxwings busy
        stripping the small red crabapples 
              beside my office building's door

Crows calling after me
        as I leave, 
pay attention, pay 
              attention, pay attention

To what is slipping away.

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