Let that robin come down like an idle
thought to traipse across the lawn and scatter
dew, leaving morning hushed and whole, unlike
a jay, or memory the mockingbird.
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From Turning toward the Light
Fictions Disguised as Autobiography
Fictions Disguised as Autobiography
Let that robin come down like an idle
thought to traipse across the lawn and scatter
dew, leaving morning hushed and whole, unlike
a jay, or memory the mockingbird.
***
From Turning toward the Light