People, Get Ready
This morning I can taste air.
It tastes like fall and resin. Spring
Is gooier. No need to share
This news with birds, who already sing
Insistently. The seed is swell,
They say. Bring more. And make it fast.
They sample the air. A guy can tell.
Black Bird is coming home at last.
It tastes like fall and resin. Spring
Is gooier. No need to share
This news with birds, who already sing
Insistently. The seed is swell,
They say. Bring more. And make it fast.
They sample the air. A guy can tell.
Black Bird is coming home at last.
posted by Richard Epstein at
4:27 AM
2 Comments:
On a cold day in Orlando it was a pleasure to read this and your previous two poems. Looking forward to reading more later. The Chinese just arrived.
Good Lord! But there are so many of them!
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