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by Cheryl Latif

she flies straight into the window
darts back to the fence.
over and over her plump body
hits the pane with a thud.

i am in the kitchen
involved in the zen of espresso.

every morning it's the same
tenacious    worrisome
thud    thud    thud…

i mention it to a shopkeeper in town
who responds, matter-of-factly:
she sees trees reflected in the glass,
thinks she's flying to her nest;
a colorful decal on the window will help.

i exit the store
shaking my head
amazed that i'd read
this little robin's dilemma
as a message
about all the times
i've come back
to you.


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