Everything comes to be
from its recent passage.
Swallows dip from the sky
to snatch tawny moths
that rise behind the mower.
They fly out of hunger, both,
and this is why they have wings.
Mockingbird listened
and this is why she sings.
Listen, do you hear her?
There is one voice here
that comes from nowhere,
and needs nowhere to go.
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