In Poplar Glen

Some guess they hear singing. In my younger days
it sounded like an argument, like Congress
or dinner, or free press. I wondered what passes

for news in the forest. But today
I hear recess: robins on swings, crows
erasing lessons from blackboards, dorks
stuck on pavement playing chess.

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