Thursday, February 8, 2018

INTERLUDE

Consider.—
My mind is a tree.
It will live longer than me.

My heart is an ordinary
but particular bird,
searching
the four directions.

How could a thing be concerned?
in the face of such

transience: the sure
oak—the quick cardinal,
paused in its

snowy morning limbs.

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