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Listening to Cuckoos
Robert Adamson
Two unchanging notes; to us, words -- always those high
elongated notes. Red-eyed koels with feathered earmuffs,
downward-ending notes that pour through a falling of night
coming over the distances, words that don't change.
The two notes remain, a split phrase, two words
meaning, not exactly a self -- not quite, the first day of spring.
and cackle in the broken-egged dawn, in the echoing light.
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