Tazettas
Such a little crowd! All standing
tall to peer across each others’
shoulders, eyes and mouths wide open,
looking all one way intently,
singing like a little choir–
only silent, but their singing
rises in the dusk. I hear it
in my mind, to long remember
how the spring night smiles and listens,
how I listen to the joyous
music of their gentle being
as their …
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