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Poem found here:  "Robins in Love" by William Logan I don't know why I seek the shape of the poem when I reread it.  In my mind, the three quatrains and a couplet automatically makes me assume there's something to do with a sonnet where there's a turn at the end.  It's somewhat there, but it's the shifts in perspectives and tone throughout the poem that interest me. Even with the first line, "Branched like an artery" is a somewhat cliche simile, but not so much at the same time.  The visual is, but to start out with it without a noun places myself only knowing the other half of a comparison -- as though I'm expecting something different, but it doesn't happen, "the dying oak leafs out / with February month" exposition lines which shifts with the language of, "This is their layover month," a somewhat technical term of "layover" and then the excitement of, "down to the Keys and back. / True snowbirds!...