After an absent minded side comment,
for a lark, I called my friend a bird-brain.
My friend passed along the knowledge from his
Algonquin grandfather that when birds build
their nests close to the river, it will be
a dry season, and when they build their nests
far from the river, anticipate rain.
There are no rivers here, but the streets fill
sometimes when the clouds are unrelenting.
In the spring, I consult no almanacs.
I listen for song and check boughs of trees
along the street for flashes of feathers.
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