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This is the Tom Harbin program.

Welcome to the Tom Harbin program. I am Jefferson Smith. I'm honored to be with you.

We hear from Billy Collins. The birds are in their trees, the toses and the toaster.

The poets are at their windows. They're at the windows in every section of the tangerine of earth,

the Chinese poets looking up the moon. The American poets gazing out at the pink and blue ribbons of

sunrise. The clerks read their desks, the miners are down in their minds. The poets are looking out

their windows. Maybe with a cigarette, a cup of tea, maybe a flannel shirt or a bathroom was

involved. The proofreaders are playing the ping pong game of proofread and glancing back and forth

from page to page. The chefs are dicing celery and potatoes and the poets are at their windows

because it's their job for which they're paid nothing every Friday afternoon.

Which window it hardly seems to matter, though many have a favorite. There's always something to

see, a bird grasping a thin branch, a headlight of a taxi rounding a corner. Those two boys and

wool caps angling across the street. The fishermen bobbin their boats, the linemen climb their round

poles, the barbers, wait by their mirrors and chairs. And the poets continue to stare at the

cracked bird bath or a limb knocked bound by the wind. By now, it should go down without saying

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