Day 263

All these months the grass
has been putting down roots
and the orange tree 
left standing when all
the other trees
in the orchard were killed
has become home
to birds.  They come, they remain.
This is our place now, they sing
in the first light
and in the last. If even one
tree is left, we will make that
our home.  And if that one
falls, we will find
another.  And another.