This entry is part 9 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011


Some days I want to say all
or nothing, now or never, never

But at twilight the river’s a sheet of moving
particles, dark sheen of metal softened
by imperceptible wind—

And the shadows in the dead cherry
are not leaves at all, but fledgling birds
come back to roost.


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