The bird singing in salt marsh
has no name, bird that sounds
da-wee-jah, repeats four times
da begins, wee climbs, jah falls
from dawn to dark — small, some red
perhaps — speeds into lush green
bird outside my window, high in a tree
sings where water shines in first light
something or someone with no name
this new place — sky water land
trees green & gold with early sun
between near water & Hobcaw Creek
(a named thing) the grass golden green
tide ripples, rails cry at dusk & dawn.
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