eric muller


he waits as she cleans

dreading when she’ll stop to talk

about what happened

a finch bumps against the window

and falls dead out on the deck


I push through the crowd

to find a place to listen

but none says stop now

so I give way to the walk

hearing music in the noise


At every moment we’re


but how


are we at every moment?


black-capped chickadee

lands on a dead sunflower

erect and swaying



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