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The Listening Macaws
Many sewing days ago
I cross-stitched on a black satin bag
Two listening macaws.
They were perched on a stiff branch
With every stitch of their green tails,
Their blue wings, yellow breasts and sharply turned heads,
Alert and listening.
Now sometimes on the edge of relaxation
My thought is caught back.
Like gathers along a gathering thread.
To the listening macaws;
And I am amazed at the futile energy
That has kept them,
Alert to the last stitch.
Listening into their black satin night.