All the birds singing
in Paul’s breath
blur the love poems
as he reads
at open mic.
How they got there
has something to do
with swallowing miller moths
attracted to his porch light
at dusk.
At his last checkup
the doctor
placed a tongue depressor
in his mouth
for a better look at his tonsils
and saw
a lesser gold finch
poke its head
up his throat
and sweetly call tee-woo.
Paul notices
all the birds go silent
when he thinks
a sparrow hawk glides
on thermals about his head.
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