Day 20 - Let's ______
Let's Talk
Lying in bed bone-weary
and your sweet trills
question my lateness.
I imagine climbing to you
to that topmost tip
of a thin branch
chatting as the sun rises
glows on the blossoms
tempts you to stay.
But my garden does not
offer water, and you need
to sip that with nectar.
Your final comment
follows the flap of your
sunrise wings, rosella
as a crow begins its
morning's GPS exercises
mapping a day's flight.
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