a birdsong

Emmy Lane
Emmy Lane
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

foraging for field flowers in-between brick and mortar

there’s only fingerfuls of moss nestled into cement caulking

the birds no longer feast here

this ground is no longer meals for the masses, no longer worms to wrap lips around

time has proven this

the evidence

statistics

logistics

they add up to make perfect sense

yet the dirt doesn’t settle

digging doesn’t decelerate

the seeds still don’t sprout

the birds are still hungry


stop looking for love in the wrong places.

stop planting seeds where the water can’t reach them.

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