Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Ivory-billed woodpecker

Here it is almost 5 PM.
I have yet to write
The morning reflection.
I take comfort in the fact
It is morning somewhere
Even if not here.
Somewhere on the other side of the world,
It is 5 AM.
I wonder,
When everything falls in line,
The way I always imagined it would,
If I will have to awaken
At 4 A.M.
To do this
Or whether writing will go the way
Of the dodo,
Or the passenger pigeon
Or perhaps hide
Like the ivory-billed woodpecker
In the Cache River refuge
In Arkansas.
I wonder if it will still pop up
From time to time.

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