Atticus Finch at the bus stop
Street lights the pre-dawn
Spring has brought him a mockingbird
Not a robin
Not a bluejay
Not a wren or crow
But all in one bird
He's there every morning at 6:05
One day a street light
Then a flowering crab
Wednesday the top of an abandoned store
His personal songster
No other bird song at this hour
Clear notes, louder than traffic
Atticus wonders:
Could this be the same bird
Every day,
A new resident of this dusty corner?
Until now I've been alone in the dark
Then on Friday,
Three
