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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