Woodthrush

Wood thrush wood thrush your call sends such a rush ...

Swift into my mind

starts to releases the bind

Which tells me

I must do this

or be that

how it makes

my existence flat

Rush of sound

Points me to look up

and around

Out of mind

the fetters unwind

Taking the pause

to hear your call

remind myself

all will not fall

That if I take the breath

merge with your sound

What was lost becomes found

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