Three, Two, One

September 28, 2012
Three times,

In one day,

A sneeze of birds flew out a tree.

Two times,

In one day,

The blue birds circle around the tree,

Then swiftly fly back in.

A breeze did not haunt the field,

Nor was there any force to draw the birds in.

Nothing shook the birds

Out of their home,

But a blubbering laugh

Would escape my throat.

My hands would find their way together,

Create a rupture of loud claps.

My voice would carry out,

With joy,

As I watched the tree impatiently,

Calling out, “Again,

And again,

And again!”

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