Notes (poem)

Sweet, high notes

in a tree

behind me

as I jogged by

on a Spring morning.

 

A quick note,

then a longer one.

 

Later,

in the shower,

the sounds of a symphony

sing to me

from a laptop speaker.

 

Quick notes,

followed by longer ones.

 

The world

is filled

with patterns

to perceive.

 

Listen.

 

A bird is singing to you.

 

 

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