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
L'amore è eterno, finche dura
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