"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Absence of Song
The mockingbird flew from tree to abandoned hospital building, to wire, to low branch, then up, and up, and up, and off.
A gray morning made grayer by his songless flight.
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