Spring happened in the Stop &
Shop parking lot; after putting all the groceries away inside the trunk, I
opened up the driver's door
and sat inside and slipped the key
into ignition and as I was just about to close the door, I heard their trill,
and realized it had been there
but I was busy being me and didn't
hear the wonder of rebirth, the renaissance of northeast marshes, Michelangelo
of bird call,
Zen of emptiness is form and form
is wavelength of an ice-out on the Merrimack as red-winged blackbirds have
returned from Tennessee
and self-awareness is arising from
material phenomena in consciousness through evolutionary Intent like chevrons
on their wings becoming red
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