Walking to work
Covering my ears as always
Past the scream and grind
Of savage machines
My feet deep in heavy snow.
Suddenly I saw:
By the construction site sat
Balanced on the edge of a curb
Something black and red
Under a thick layer of ice
Immune to the December sun.
In those days I didn't know
what a scarlet tanager
looked like dead
or sounded alive.
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