Tuesday, February 21, 2017


A poet wanting a drink
of water by the brook
is walking by a horse path
over shadows
of emerging grass blades
reciting Whitman
and Plath
watching a crow's nest
he's doing a run the forest
preparing for a marathon
after giving out a course syllabus
for the spring back in Boston
here among a blanket of snow
on Oak trees
in Vermont the sun is out
watching sparrows
fly off
to the White Mountains.

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