Under cover of darkness
the rain smuggled in
billions of beads of light.
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Yesterday's poem (the emailed one, not the blog) had a typo: I wrote "old" where I should have written "hold". Here is that poem, corrected:
Most birds flap their wings
to stay aloft, but the spirit bird
flutters frantically to hold itself
near the earth. If you shoot one,
it falls into the sky.
[Note: But there SHOULD be a verb "to old"--as in, "the child slops about in Daddy's shoes, trying to old himself." Or "To have and to old." Has a different feeling from "to age."]
Dean Blehert
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