He was smiling in the sunroom.
The silence was nice, but then he
noticed
small sounds – the humming of the
furnace
in the cellar, some spring birds
singing
outside, the soft touch of his
fingers
on the keyboard. He couldn’t think
of a single problem he had to
solve,
or a single something he had to
get.
He knew they were somewhere,
but he couldn’t see them now
with so many starlings soaring up
from the feeders in the sunshine.
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