Bird Song
for Sydney
Waiting out winter like
waiting for a phone call,
half past February…
like a ring tone
in the name of Spring,
we hear this warbling.
That one, you say,
that’s my fave…
and instantly, I hear
the bird song, as I see
you, sitting on the couch,
eyes closed, listening,
teacup in hand, smiling…
a thin break in the eggshell:
beak behind your lips.
Victoria Dym is a graduate of Ringling Brother’s Barnum and Bailey Clown College, has earned a BA, in Philosophy, from Pitt, and her MFA in Creative Writing-Poetry at Carlow University.
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nice poem, Vic.More gentle. Hope Sydney liked it.