This entry is part 13 of 19 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2015


So small in the photograph:
one foot lifted, tip of a shoe
touching the back of a hot
and itchy calf, chin pointed
toward the window where the bees
hum their wayward psalms
and sparrows heed the instinct
to turn and wheel, beneath the sign
language of larger wings.


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