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How does the mockingbird chose his song,

Learned bits of mimicry

Like the memory of a screen door

Slamming in summer,

A tornado siren,

A cry over my skinned knee;

The mockingbird chose a song when I chose tears.

Later, on my father’s strong shoulders

We watched the leaves go belly-up

And the sky go yellow.

It’s no wonder I write better when the power goes out.

(In progress copyright 2009 Kim Nixon)