Little birds spray into view through my window
like pepper from a waiter's showy grinder
lake calm as a chlorine pool, thrum from
my bad tooth or Lady of the Lake engine
far downlake. Two geese honk past, wing
distance off the surface, intent it seems on their
conversation as the little birds speak in flits
from juniper and deck rail. The light is true,
mist lifted an hour ago. My computer
is the one who's humming. I sit and wonder
what it is this human has to say.
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