William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Singing in the Dark

A brisk walk this morning instead of a slow run.

Farther, faster. How interesting. How odd.

And then there were the robins, singing in the dark.

One was on the sidewalk, absorbed in his song.

As I went around him, he didn’t stop once.

He seemed helpless, almost.

Imagine that much music in your throat.


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