Do they really have that much to say, these two birds?
Or, is it between my two dumb ears that their conversation
is so meaningful?
One arcs yellow, the other dips blue.
But they don’t make green.
No, not green. There is already enough
Beneath the surface,
On the edge of the trees,
Between the two front teeth of the rabbit.
Green is on the way.
No,
Instead, their color is Saffron -
The color of resuscitation, the color of energy, the color
of resurrection.
Keep talking, birds.
Swoop and swirl. Arc and axis.
Geometry of life made real by beak, feather, and brittle bone.
Unbashful, unbridled birdsong.
Breath.
Birth.
Born.
Do they really have
that much to say, these two birds?
- C. Dupree
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