Social Isolation: Day 70

Social Isolation: Day 70
 
Every kind of bird
is busy making promises
to the green world
now, in a language
old as trees,
old as sex,
and we
in isolation
call into the mystery
of cells and sound waves
a weightless flight of words,
weaving, in spite of
everything, nests
            “You still here?"
                        "Still here,”
from the language of old friends
with shortcuts
            “And your little chicks?”
                        "Yes, all.”
 
 
S. Robbins May 27, 2020

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