Migration
Daily, I migrate
a mile in and a mile out
to a swath of honeysuckle,
scrubby cedar, and falling ash,
where Wood Thrush
perches, speckle-bellied,
shyly sings me
back to life.
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Lovely. So deft and alive.
Thank you, Elaine!