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Red Birds Laughing
Something drew me out
from a long unsensing sleep
into the woods behind my house.
Maybe it was the snow melting into sunshine
or the blue morning deepening into noon.
Maybe it was the red birds laughing outside my window
or perhaps it was the silence
between their songs giving way
to another world awakening from seed.
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