I'll have to clean the birdbath
If I expect that flicker to return
Or these sparrows to be grateful
As I want them to feel
I try to be to them
And the plants in whose presence
I take my short walks
Who try to soothe me
With their long vowels
Inventing new languages every day
I'll have to learn to speak
If I expect them to be heard
Something passes between us
A sigh and a living word
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