Look at the birds there
Doing bird things
With other birds
In the sky
It appears
I have lost touch
Doing human things
With other humans
Right here
When I was younger
I used to think
Such disconnection
The goal of the high solitary life
How learned learning appeared then
That I am rusty now On the easy unlearned things
Only to come to see — No portion of learning
Can soothe the daily day-to-day heart
Like the simple human things
With other simple humans.
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