of twittering memories
rush in like wind gusts
This poem was inspired by a state of semi-sleep in which I found myself drifting, eyes gently closed, caught between hear (pun intended) and there, enveloped by the numerous songs and individual calls of what could have been no fewer than ten different species of bird. As I sat, I was overtaken by the memories of those same songs, playing as a child in GG’s backyard. It was mesmerizing……. and then the symphony ended as quickly as it had begun, transferring me instantly back to the present.
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