Sullen and sour-faced robin. So dour it's poetry,
robin. Is it a blue egg you're missing,
robin? I hold half in the palm of my hand.

Do you see, robin? Do you grieve, robin?
Do you hate spring
and its inevitable deaths, robin?
Do you count wings or beaks or worms, robin?
Or the eggshell in the palm of my hand?

KELLI SIMPSON is is a mother, poet, and evolving human being living in Norman, Oklahoma. Her poems have recently appeared in Firefly Magazine, Riggwelter, and After the Pause.

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