Friday, January 28, 2011

A Neighborhood of My Own

A neighborhood of my own
(For Hazel Hall)

Let’s say I were stuck here
And all the interest in life
Was out my window.

I would become
Particular gossips with robins
Did you see how that dove just moved in?

I would make stuff up
As well as any neighbor…
Well, I would, you just wait and see.

Chickadees, upside down, AGAIN!
The party the sparrows had sure was loud
Drunken dawn chorus every day.
I’d never, ever shut the windows.

Zumwalt Girl, Inside With Computer, 2010

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