Monday, February 19, 2007

Joy Revisited

Where is it? Rejecting little wren cloying her way south, flying in an army, a drove, following her instincts to the meadows of seasonal shift, the divide, flipping past innuendoes of land, river, lake, boisson, ledge, hope in her h'rippy little song, heard in the north, in the tree outside a house, seeds for her tenure.

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