"waxwings and robins" - most welcome
the whole piece, very nice. Sheila
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> I stepped from my house this morning,
> head crowded with voices from dreams,
> into shivering air, trembling air, symphonies
> of waxwings and robins, a percussion
> of crows ... Why do we enter the future
> with the past in our night pockets? Trees
> shook with squirrel passions; goldfish
> drifted from the pond's dark bottom
> up into pale water, reacquainting themselves
> with the surface. The day passed slowly.
> At dusk the mountains were scarved with mist.
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>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
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