Such a rich sense of time and place, all shadows and blacks and whites.
-Peter Ciccariello
http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
On 5/24/06, Sharon Brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> For Abigail
>
> Abigail, today the park lawn
> is a meadow of dandelion seed
> and English starlings. An African
> in eye-whacking tennis whites
> teaches a young American how
> to swing her racket. His voice
> sings in this hot day. A piercing
> call and from my shadow an osprey
> shadow glides -- two young ones,
> learning, turning in the blue
> air. The mallard couple, he
> with his gleaming green
> head, she rather matronly,
> stick their heads in the water,
> talis straight up. How not-
> British it is here, without
> you. A man paddles past
> in a red kayak. Your sweet-
> heart longs for you, the children
> ask, my dog watches eagerly
> then droops in disappointment
> as a woman in a dazzling scarf
> comes near enough to know
> it is not you. Abigail, this beauty,
> this heat, these creatures, this
> Montana summer -- we send it
> all to you on this, your English
> birthday. Let it be today's
> bright and cheering tunic.
>
>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
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