The World of B.Z. Niditch
Friday, April 17, 2015
JOINED
Joined in a nascent spring
a crocus in my hand
by the country dark road
the wind whispers
by blocking first light
on my sunglasses
echoes of mourning doves
awaken me on my knapsack.
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