Anodyne
Sunday, March 23, 2008
 

The Hid, Here
by Margaret Avison

Big birds fly past the window
trailing strings or vines
out in the big blue.

Big trees become designs
of delicate floral tracery
in golden green.

The Milky Way
end over end like a football
lobs, towards that still
unreachable elsewhere
that is hid within bud and nest-stuff and bright air
where the big birds flew
past the now waiting window.

- posted by cjb @ 10:51 PM


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