The birds wake before the sun
I have not yet fallen asleep.
Published in
Apr 9, 2022
cold water rush and flush
away the fatigue in me, and
the birds wake before the sun—intrigue
me as I listen to their tuneful rejoices,
now all my choices
deafened by the melody
repeating
gently and I sing
along with the birdies
and the droplets that clean my dirty
hands—
an imperfect harmony.
©2022 A.X. Bates
