Tuesday, September 27, 2016

the work is sufficient

I made a brittle bone
into a singing spoon
I banged it on the tin
kept for such a tune


the singing was delightful
for one who was remote
from valley and mountain
snug in her written coat

I doubt that it is required
for singer to be heard
the work is sufficient
for a nest with just one bird 

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