Monday, May 5, 2014

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The littlest wood-
colored 
finch's alighting—there

before me this morning
on the 
blue asphalt path—

perhaps may have seemed
at the time 
like—the cheapest

or at least 
the most-
capricious of gifts 

the world-at-large
could possibly 
have sent me.

But let me 
tell you something—afterward

it sure feels 
luxurious 

to keep
and 
to keep
and to 
keep on receiving

the gift 
of that image—not to mention

pretty
exceedingly 

expensive
to render—with any sort of great
sense 
of its bigness

later
on blank paper.

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