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Song for the Birds
by Amanda Evans

Drive, swim, fly

through the prairie, ocean, stars.

Look up, look out at the sky,

the endless horizon.


But also feel without seeing

with toes, fingers,

every surface of your skin.

Feel the wind, the tide, the sun.


Forgive us for our transgressions,

our meaningless transmissions.

All of our devices

could be swallowed in a second.


We worship monuments

to our own insignificance

but must resist throwing ourselves

into the sea to prove we are not to blame.


These names we give ourselves

will surely fade away,

but we must whisper, shout,

& sing them to the birds that will survive.