My Missing Friend - 6/1/11

I walked outside barefoot
Under the pink and blue sunset
To listen for my oriole

Arms crossed to ward off
A cold night that didn't exist
I tried to hear his melody

Only imitators and purple finches
Dined as if they were owed the oranges
I had reserved for my annual friend

No one can replace his persimmon coat
The song that makes music a need
And defines a hope for summer


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