Monday, December 29, 2014

BY PARK DRIVE

A bird in hand
to feed with bread sticks
respectfully
on a silent avenue
intimate at dawn
at first light's lifting
over the dune's tall grass
through the elms
by marathon roads
along woodland paths
as if childhood
never ended coming home
on snow days
concealed in emerging words
from a new year's start.


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