The bird, alone against the heat
The call ricochets off the rock face
Persistent
Long after the others have retreated
Resting
Persistent
A nudge, deep, far in my remembering
Buried under the recipes, the equations, the nightmares
The bird continues, uninterrupted
Piet my vrou
Piet my vrou
Long into the afternoon shadows
As I search through the dark pool of sounds
Looking for that same call.
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