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Island Birds

Poetry By: Wilbur

A good education never comes cheap. What is heard in what is said. What is wished vs. what is real. Learning what is real.

Submitted:Jan 17, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Island Birds

This morning
When the phone range and woke me
I knew it would be you
And when I heard you tell me that you love me (very very much)
And that you miss me (very very much)
And that you are cutting your trip short (very very short)
To hurry back and be with me (just me, only me)
I knew something else

Before, when you have called me from your away trips
Saying those things
I have heard you clearly
, as if on a one-band wavelength
Where what was said was what I heard
and all I heard
But this time, I heard another message
Superimposed over your words
And I know those luscious Island Birds
Have proven less tractable
Less interested less available this trip

And I know that you are indeed lonely (very very lonely)
And that you do indeed miss me (very very much)
And that you are (oh but of course)
Cutting your trip short (very very short)
And are hurrying back (away from there)
To be here (not there) with me (just me, only me)
Because I am ever tractable, interested, and available

And so, you see,
I grow up in these matters
Dragged kicking, howling and protesting
To emerge into the here and the now
Knowing nothing lost was ever real


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