Birdsong spills through the window
floods the bed clothes with
honey colored notes, various shades of
green, turquoise, indigo
and lavendar.
Sometimes at a banquet,
in an auditorium
a bar, or a party,
ones who love me
still and whom I admire sit
in the next chair.
I can feel them next to me now.
They are never far from me.
The birds are preparing to
fly to distant lands.
They will return.
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travels........anticipations of those we love
its all connected.......lovely.