First thing to my eye this
morning,
twelve white-throated apostle sparrows—
now vanished without warning.
twelve white-throated apostle sparrows—
now vanished without warning.
Just wakened from my dreaming—
REMs still singing Lilliburlero,
song of the Protestant boyos.
REMs still singing Lilliburlero,
song of the Protestant boyos.
It felt as astounding
as successfully navigating Scylla and Charybdis.
First thing to my mind this morning
as successfully navigating Scylla and Charybdis.
First thing to my mind this morning
some messaged plans that died
aborning,
leaving me with unspent care. Oh,
I give myself fair warning,
leaving me with unspent care. Oh,
I give myself fair warning,
my day ain’t gonna be lying
yawning—
gotta bring in all the plants, stow the wheelbarrow,
even mow the lawn. But I’m noticing,
the leaves on the trees are green and still not falling.gotta bring in all the plants, stow the wheelbarrow,
even mow the lawn. But I’m noticing,
Guess we’ll have to wait till late October.
Goodbye, my little gospel sparrows.
You may be back some morning.
