Thursday, March 4, 2010
Coming
I wanted to grab a robin
bury my nose in his feathers
take his head between my fingers
search his serious black eyes
Now don't fool with me mister
You do know about spring
how it is coming down from those snowy hills
about to steal over sidewalks and redbuds
Instead I watched as he burst into the sky
all warm feathers and claws
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