My third language is birdsong
My first language is English and my first word is tree
as I glimpse branches of beeches on my be-wheeled walks
through a neighborhood of comfort and love. My second language
is Spanish, drinking cerveza, eating gambas, ¡que calor!
more Nivea on my rosy, burny face. My third language
is birdsong—the tongue I hear as I perch by the pine,
while I bathe in OKness and the day is done.