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Today's Gift

by Sierra on February 1, 2009 · 0 comments

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Weather warm enough to ride,
brings Rio and I flying
on our shiny-not-shiny-now-its-muddy
three-wheeled bicycle-train

The sun is bright and she’s singing
A lot of people, people who don’t know us,
Stare like something unusual is happening
Like my whole life is not accompanied by her
Wild voice lifted up in song

“Little birds, come out of the trees
Come out to the air
Don’t say a word
Little birds”

This is her song today
Her creation and she’s belting it out
At the top of her lungs
Oblivious to stares

“Little birds, come out of the trees
Come out to the air
Don’t say a word
Little birds, did you know my toe hurts?”

And then in a spoken aside, voice low
conspiratorial, even,
“Mama, did you know that is actually true?
My toe does hurt.”

“Little birds, come out of the trees
Come out to the air
Don’t say a word
Little birds”

Lilting, laughing, almost tipping
Our bike wobbles through slushy side roads
Home, the song falls to speech,
Poetry gives way to prose.

“Mama, do you know what I am doing?
I am waking all the springtime animals up.
I am telling them, don’t be afraid
Come back!
Spring is almost here!”

“That’s nice,” I say, distracted
by the buckles on our helmets, the lock on the bike

“My song is floating away in little bubbles!
It’s going to other countries!”

“Little birds, come out of the trees
Come out to the air
Don’t say a word
Little birds”

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