Friday, June 11, 2021

Ambulance and Birdsong

Moonlight and Jupiter
In high pines at daybreak—
Bucolic, isn’t it?

The birds are hard to hear
Over the sounds from town,
But not because they pause.

They sing as loud, louder.
A siren skirls up slope
And drifts into silence.

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