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Two Humming Birds<\/strong><\/p>\n I phone the accountant, From my desk, I hear the birds Up north, two humming birds Here at my desk, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Noel Canin<\/strong> is a South African who has lived in Israel since 1968. She has two children and five grandchildren and currently lives in Herzeliya. In addition to writing poetry and prose, she is also a translator from Hebrew into English. Noel is a Reiki Master and works with people through healing and massage. She has also worked with special needs children through touch and movement.\u00a0 She is training to be a Hakomi psychotherapist. Noel Canin\u2019s first collection of poems, Let the Rain Listen For Me, was recently self-published by Xlibris. She has published extensively in Israel, the UK, and the USA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two Humming Birds I phone the accountant, answer emails, tidy the flat, put papers away in the file where they belong. From my desk, I hear the birds speaking their messages, the neighbor putting away cups and plates on the shelf where they belong. Up north, two humming birds dive past a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9356","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9356"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9356\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9359,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9356\/revisions\/9359"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nanswer emails, tidy the flat,
\nput papers away in the file
\nwhere they belong.<\/p>\n
\nspeaking their messages,
\nthe neighbor putting away cups and plates
\non the shelf where they belong.<\/p>\n
\ndive past a friend\u2019s open door.
\nJoy, she said, that means joy.<\/p>\n
\nI listen to the birds
\nas they whistle on the air,
\nthe trees as they creak
\nbeyond the window screen,
\nand I think about things
\nand where it is that
\nthey belong.<\/p>\n