Thursday, April 4, 2013

At Liberty

Captaining my car
past sea 
of sleep to work this morning
I blared Bach
to keep awake and maybe 
stoke a little ardor.  Arriving humming (I think
it worked), I docked and wandered out and
there
were fatbreasted robins everywhere–
hither and thither-
ing out on the lawn (as if I wasn't 
there 
at all) and winging 
improvisational songs that 
blew my 
cabin memory of
that 
carefully made cantata 
clean out of the water.

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