Such Singing in the Wild Branches by Mary Oliver
It was spring
and I finally heard him
among the first leaves––
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
This is a poem for those of you who could not stomach school growing up.
This is for those who waited patiently for the teacher to stop talking, the bell to ring, the day to be over. This is for those...
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