Thursday, August 7, 2014

THESE ARE THE DAYS MY FRIENDS

Inching along 
distracted and thinking 
hard about funeral 

music's 
proper function—

I almost stumble completely 
past a single 
gaunt songbird—silent

because he's deftly 
and—repeatedly puncturing

holes 
in a
fat green caterpillar—

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