Sunday, June 22, 2014

A Wren and a Hound are Singing

My friend the wren
Stood upon a fence
And sang the summer rainstorm
To its face
The chickens got excited too
And Harry the old hound
Began to bay right at
The darkling cloud
I also felt the earthy summons
Of a hymn or howl
Emerging from some hidden
Place inside

But couldn’t quite betray
The aria in mist and sage
And so I only watched
The happy little bird and laughed

I think I really meant to say
That language only works halfway
When desert rain
Disbands the day

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