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by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Because I have called to you
 as the flame flamingo calls,
 or the want of a spotted hawk
 is called—
   because in the dusk
 the warblers shoot the running
 waters of short songs to the
 homecoming warblers—
 the cry here is wing to wing
 and song to song—

   I am waiting,
 waiting with the flame flamingo,
 the spotted hawk, the running water
   waiting for you.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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