When you were hidingnFrom the pianonLet songs when you were five years oldnnClimb innThe spaceship's leaving the applenOr turn and bring your friends nAnd get yourself togethernnAnd hello SusannCome out wherever you arenWhen birds spread their wings nDo they make believe nThey’re really owls?nnIn the year of ninety-three nI was writing some of my first poemsnThe last turtle in the pond raised by the frogsnWith my hands nWrapped around two crayonsnTrying to tell the difference nBetween ravens and crowsnnAnd hello Susan nLet your feelings shownBirds don’t sing songs that everyone knowsn