4/27/09

a wood thrush

walked down 6th ave from west 33rd,
bubbling w hyper-commercialism,
all the way 2 west 3rd;
flat screens, delis, traffic,
horns honking, pizza,
burgers, tattooers, nail salons,
sirens.
made a left on west 3rd,
and a right on sullivan,
not a soul, not a car -
right there, in the middle
of nyc!
i stopped 2 hear the quiet:
tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee,
tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee;
a spring song.
suddenly a bubbling brook, salamanders
moss, maidenhair ferns, balsam firs and,
tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee,
tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee;
oh canada, so peaceful,
and in2 sacred chow.

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