To the house wren that sang on my patio

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A black and white New York skyline is bisected by the Vast Chasm V with a dirt path and green and gold grasses leading off toward the horizon.

I hadn’t thought “oh
I am living through an apocalypse”
until
these scorching summers,
savoring every birdsong
as if it is my last.

Dyani Sabin

Dyani Sabin is a queer author of speculative fiction, poetry, and science journalism. Her work has been published in Strange Horizons, Enchanted Conversations, Reckoning, Vastarien, as well as National Geographic, The Washington Post, and Popular Science. You can find her haunting a cornfield, chasing ghosts on the endangered species list, or at dyanisabin.com.

Header photograph and artwork by Jordan Keller-Wilson

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2 thoughts on “To the house wren that sang on my patio”

  2. l love your voice in this reading. The words while may not sing of cool days and abundance of anything but heat, but the wren sang because she can.
    thank you Dyani,

    love you,

    Aunt Mary

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