THE AMERICAN GOLDFINCH
--for D. P. at 17
is the songbird you fill the feeder
full of thistles for, Dee. This morning
you’re 17, and finches sing
Tsii, tsi, tsi, tsit, for you. Maybe
you’re making pizzas today,
working your shift at Mod Pizza,--
maybe right now, you’re getting ready
for work, maybe checking messages
on your phone from friends singing
for you. When they call, sing back.
Tell them you like thistles, dandelions,
small twigs. Tell them you like flowers,
lots of flowers, purple ones.
Purple ones with yellow centers.
You’re 17. Give this day to yourself.
Hey, this day to find out again, what it’s like!
Love you. Gpa
27 December 2024
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