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  • Early summer on the island
    when birdsong fills the morning
    with promise and passion
    I stand on the wide porch
    Mug in hand and listen
    Knowing, for me,
    No need to answer their call.
    They sing for themselves
    Sharing life and loves

    And later
    When black-eyed susan
    Goldenrod and aster
    Hold sway over fields and verge where grasses seed and stiffen
    When the songbirds slip away
    I don’t feel deserted
    I know their seasons rise and fall

    I know
    They sing for themselves
    Sing their joy and desire
    And just so do I
    I sing for myself
    But in the song
    Perhaps brighten
    A morning
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