Here's one of mine...
LOCUST TREE DREAMING
...and then the wind came, for a moment,
with the force of an unexpected apology
and from that day to this
my leaves have not stopped trembling
in that remembered breeze.
There were birds high in my branches that year, wise ones --
they never sang after that day the wind came --
but oh! how they listened!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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