I step off the school bus.
another day.
Accosted by robins!
I did not know that robins travel
in herds! Flurries!
Ears overtaken
I've never heard a hundred robin calls.
Seven lawns a street, covered.
They all seem the same to me
But I do not doubt each
red chest's importance.
A robin flock needs a hundred robins
throating mightily from small-boned
casings.
-Citron
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