An image comes unbidden
in a quickening flash:
the dark silhouette of
a female, part avian,
upright and still
in a moss-clad marsh,
poised in the luster
of a golden half-sun.
The ongoing joy
of such fleeting thoughts:
a secret skylight
in a 10' by 12' room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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