From May flowers sprung showers.
April
i watch a robin squirrel
away a cigarette-butt,
tuck it into a cryptically
colored nest before
he cheerily merrily
sings until august wilts.
the trees here are
deciduous, hunchbacked
and balding despite
coaxing temperatures.
i am altricial, undeveloped,
naked and chirping to no one.
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