We carry their names all winter:
Black-throated Blue, Prothonotary, Blackburnian, Chestnut-sided, Nashville.
The names held inside, half-asleep,
listening for the wind to turn.
And then, one blustery evening,
the wind turned and brought us gifts.
I walked into the park and the air was full of song,
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