I'm petsitting for my favorite person, and I decided to move her birds to this window spot in our living room. From here they have a nice view of our back property, and the bird feeder where the cardinals, wrens, blue jays and (unfortunately) squirrels hang out. They'll also be able to see us more frequently in the main part of the house.
This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.
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