Kate Kearns

Marie says in the City she's waking to bird song.
Marie wakes to bird song—a marvel, they've been
warbling all this time—bird song's all she hears,

and sirens. The engines have stopped. Voices
drift below the wall's belly, in apartments or
another place. For the rest of her life, Marie says,

she'll hear crows and think of sirens, hear alarm
and manifest the cardinal's up-trill. In my yard,
finches tinder-fill the birdhouse for their young

with bits of grocery bag and shoe lace, and next door
a stranger's open window plays I wanna dance with
somebody. I don't know his name. We've been

unnecessary to each other, while, in the City, pigeons
fracas and croon, fill the sidewalks with requiems.

Kate Kearns is a Maine poet with an MFA from Lesley University. She has published a chapbook, How to Love an Introvert (Finishing Line Press, 2015), and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Salamander, Northern New England Review, Sugar House Review, Soliloquies, Literary Mama and elsewhere. Learn more at

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