on the cusp
of spring and summer
the mocking bird sings to
the rising and setting sun
singing into the night
a symphony woven
of familiar and unusual sounds
each bird’s song individual
a finger printing in voice

one summer in Silicon Valley
the heart of technology
we received the iBird
with an automated selection
of sounds, but no intellect
to create beauty

he sang five of every sound
in rapid staccato
un-integrated
as if a child
was pushing buttons
on a toy

he lasted only one season
I wonder if his gears rusted
or if he learned grace
or died of a broken heart

Sandy Vrooman

has been writing for a long time. Her first published work was in the National Anthology of High School Poetry. Then she won a hair dryer in the Woman's Day Beautiful Words Contest. After a hiatus including college, marriage(s) and a child, she found her voice again. She has short stories and poems published in Doorknobs and Bodypaint, riverbabble, Canadian Zen Haiku, Juice, Autumn Leaves, Dances with words, 40 Plus, Poets Against the War, Moonset, and Atlas Poetica. She is currently teaching art to kids through a city funded enrichment program and working on her book (isn't everyone?) She also writes as Kitsune Miko, a heian period Japanese courtesan, and Krystall Knobbs a wanna be Las Vegas show girl.

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