underestimation
I’m a songbird
without a song
whispering sweet
nothings
there is sadness
in the silence
this much I know
I’m a songbird
without a song
listening for a clue
on a windless night
but there is only sadness
in the silence
this much I know
I’m a songbird
without a song
underestimated
and determined
turning sadness
into a melody
this much I know
practicing wetting
my whistle
until the morning light
october two thousand twenty-two
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