Office building
I am in
has a win-
dow that doesn't
o-
pen.
I hear birds chirping in the tree,
muted by double paned glass, I see
them jump and flit from ground to branches
and sing sparrow songs so thoroughly.
Maybe they have found renewed voices
discovering options for more creative choices
in the year and a half-plus that they've been unhampered
by our relentless human noises.
I wish I could open the window and hear them completely.
and listen all day as they sing so freely.
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