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Moving Out with the Finches

for Sherod Santos

This morning I’m going to drag my desk

Out into the backyard and set it down

By the birdbath, near the flower bed

Overgrown with weeds. And the black

Leather armchair where I like to read

I’ll lug out under the two young maples,

Along with the Persian rug, the tall

Goosenecked lamp, the books, the CDs,

Even the huge unruly fern in the corner.

I’m going to haul it all outside, out

Into the open air where it’s quiet,

Where I won’t be bothered,

Out by the lilacs, the trellis of roses,

Near the blossoming fruit trees

Where they like to gather, the finches,

Those little birds, the color of pollen.