| Marie Bortolotto 2017 
 A Way
 
 A way to pure joy
 is in the morning sunlight's hiyo bird
 chanting from the swaying top of a tall bamboo.
 Glimpsed between the other swaying fronds and blue sky
 beyond the yellowed blades of leaves,
 he calls. I answer. He answers back.
 Again and again until whether it is his sounds or mine is gone
 and I am bird, sunlight, long swaying fronds.
 
 - Edith Shiffert 1916-2017, American Poet
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