Birdsongs
There’s a tufted titmouse
somewhere nearby
It really wants us all
to know it’s there
I get it — it’s not just titmice
who long to be seen
What is capitalism
but the ultimate veil
Preventing us from seeing
except in terms of worth
What are you worth to me
not for who you are
But for what you can give me
what I can extract
Like this one lonely bird
we must keep singing
Until our calls draw the neighbors
and we tear off the veils
To see the trees we’ve been missing
all this time
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12 April 2026
Charlottesville VA
Day 12 of National Poetry Month
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